tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36980648987569195302024-03-21T15:06:17.742-07:00ARISHTAAMy dream is to fly over the rainbow so high!!!!archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-80998006034382823782010-01-08T05:51:00.000-08:002010-01-11T07:20:51.031-08:00TO MY ILMB GALS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Helloooooooooo guys!!!!!!I am back to blogging,,after 6 long months.I hope u guys missed me,lolz.Life has changed bigtyme in these 6months.There was a time when i used to have no work to do and today i hardly find free time for myself.Today I am so happy with my life that i cant express.You all(the IMLB gals) know what my life was before!!There was not a single day when i used to not cry...all thanks to that styppid moron ex bf of mine.The ILMB girls have helped me a lot in my life n m really thankful 2 each and every one of you all..Thank gawd m totally out of that shit now n super happy with my new guy(TOUCH WOOD).Yes gals u heard it right....theres a new guy in my life.Life with him has been so beautiful that i cant describe.<br /> If i start talkin abt him poora blog bhar jayega....lolz....these 6months have been the best days of my life.I have realised one thing that whatever happens is for Good:),and m thankful to GOD for everything....Well the main reason of writing this post was that i wanted 2 tell people that yes ARCHIE IS ALIVE n she wll b back again into bloggin...... Missed you guys a lot....<br /><br /><br />CHEERS,<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/235/E421A947712DED0A4E6DBD7BE99D72F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-71059888085012756432009-07-19T10:05:00.000-07:002009-07-21T14:04:26.460-07:00life.........................relations?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidATe6niEj4wnQG_uQJXO3sFVEoUBr7hIQ6g4yXbrstm6GrzblHlOq6W9WzTyVswiCYf5L6Yy0ISgY8901X2fzZr5OUcGGO_A2nTXxaRrbCukIONlkhJdEgN3inRS_T67A_opFLcdShRs/s1600-h/messy_by_tea_peace3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidATe6niEj4wnQG_uQJXO3sFVEoUBr7hIQ6g4yXbrstm6GrzblHlOq6W9WzTyVswiCYf5L6Yy0ISgY8901X2fzZr5OUcGGO_A2nTXxaRrbCukIONlkhJdEgN3inRS_T67A_opFLcdShRs/s320/messy_by_tea_peace3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361010856608869858" /></a><br />I<strong> opened my closet today and found my life n relations mixed in it. Today m trying to organize it. here I go.....................<br /><br />First section that keeps my Daily wear; I don’t have to think too much abt this section. This section has all the natural fabrics……. Ordinary and simple,,, but this is the place where m most comfortable!!! It might not b that trendy but I know whatever may b the season it will always have something for me. (FAMILY and CLOSE FRIENDS,includes the special sum1 olso)<br /><br />Second one is my Casual wear; little trendy lil stylish but still comfortable, don’t hav to pretend my self. This section has all the stuff which suits me and my mood. When I am confused, this is the only section where I can look back to (FRIENDS)<br /><br />Third one is Party wear; I hav to think a lot at times abt it. Some times they r uncomfortable, sometimes not,they r trendy and fashionable and I hav to keep it lively; after all they make me look gud. (RELATIVES and SOCIETY)<br /><br />Fourth one is Not my type wear; initially they seem attractive to me but later on I realize that they r not my types and most of them are gifted to me. I hav kept it in one corner of closet butI don’t know how they always get mixed up with every other sectionA. This stuff is uncomfortable, I can’t wear it but they themselves comes into my hands. The More I avoid them,the more they come back to me.(IRRITANTS)<br /><br />Fifth one is One time wear; liked it so bought it, but never got a chance or xact place to wear it or wore it only once. Looked at them, smiled at them and kept them again in the same place. It might b of no use but still makes me feel gud. This section has got a spl soft corner in my heart. Don’t know y? (CRUSH and AFFECTIONS of LIFE)<br /><br />SiXth one is- Dream wear; whenever I get a chance i wear such them,This section is spl to me after all it has my tag on it. (FUTURE DREAMS and FANTASIES)<br /><br />oh!!finally my closet is arranged!!!!!<br />hope it never gets messed up again.....................</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/235/E421A947712DED0A4E6DBD7BE99D72F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-74416714989933092292009-07-19T09:16:00.000-07:002009-07-21T14:05:38.778-07:00hey u bitch........................<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSmNQe9UFbwXjQ5aQGpilJdeNifj1B8Qykoy5n47J5XyNWnxjNVY2kSa32qpKwiQsUu83Z5eGaCwYlmE0HQ4IuA16hHyBrA09LrxfQVnP8Td7jamTNTwXG5v0QLHAb3vFnCuKyxH5QLs/s1600-h/bitch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSmNQe9UFbwXjQ5aQGpilJdeNifj1B8Qykoy5n47J5XyNWnxjNVY2kSa32qpKwiQsUu83Z5eGaCwYlmE0HQ4IuA16hHyBrA09LrxfQVnP8Td7jamTNTwXG5v0QLHAb3vFnCuKyxH5QLs/s320/bitch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360208096231218866" /></a><br /><strong>When I stand up for<br />Myself and my beliefs,<br />They call me a<br />Bitch.<br /><br />When I stand up for<br />Those I love,<br />They call me a<br />Bitch.<br /><br />When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts<br />Or do things my own way, they call me a<br />Bitch.<br /><br />Being a bitch<br />Means I won't<br />Compromise what's<br />In my heart.<br />It means I live my life<br />MY way.<br />It means I won't allow anyone to step on me.<br />When I refuse to<br />Tolerate injustice and<br />Speak against it, I am<br />Defined as a<br />Bitch.<br /><br />The same thing happens when I take time for<br />Myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish.<br />It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be.<br />I am outspoken,and determined I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that!<br />So try to stomp on me,<br />Try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me.<br />You won't succeed.<br /><br />And if that makes me a bitch ,<br />So be it.<br />I love the title and<br />Am proud to bear it<br /><br />B = Beautiful<br />I = Individual<br />T = That<br />C = Can<br />H = Handle anything</strong><br /><br /><br /><br />p-s:-dedicated to all those who think that -I M A BITCH..lolz<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/235/E421A947712DED0A4E6DBD7BE99D72F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-49498522056769818462009-07-19T08:44:00.000-07:002009-07-21T14:05:58.122-07:00Why good looking WOMEN are rude to MEN?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuYOPmmfhy3n-tU-RBOBuqEm_oqwpwCura9ctl1s6KFBMOf1kf6kPa79GJO9UoHnRA5mW6PerycySeBWfBxpn-Fa8vIjrBybnjR7Gx_KQr8N9qk_GF9psyDEOkIgPIm-5alYJbVq1AaE/s1600-h/date.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuYOPmmfhy3n-tU-RBOBuqEm_oqwpwCura9ctl1s6KFBMOf1kf6kPa79GJO9UoHnRA5mW6PerycySeBWfBxpn-Fa8vIjrBybnjR7Gx_KQr8N9qk_GF9psyDEOkIgPIm-5alYJbVq1AaE/s200/date.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360205467343377954" /></a><br /><strong>You are walking down the street somewhere, or shopping at a mall, or sitting at a restaurant or bar, and then you see her. That beautiful woman you've had your eye on since who knows when. You feel your heart racing, your pulse pick up, your eyes beginning to widen. You approach her and attempt to say something witty, but you become tongue-tied. Eventually, you find the words to say and gush over her appearance, telling her how beautiful she is, how you would like to get to know her, etc etc. She gives you a half-interested look, says thank you, and politely brushes you off. You may wonder to yourself, why did she just blow me off so rudely like that?<br /><br />For most attractive women, this scenario is a common occurence. Men continuously come on them every day, even when they are not consciously doing so. Most people in our society have been conditioned since birth that attractive people are special and deserve to be treated differently from your average person. Therefore, men usually attempt to go out of their way to attract beautiful women in extravagant ways, like buying flashy clothes, jewellery, fancy cars, or other expensive gadgets, or they spend hours in the gym working on their bodies so they can attract that really gorgeous female[(haha nothing to do wid u my baby)]. For some of these men, it may initially attract these women, but the women later become disenchanted with these antics and usually end up dumping these same men.<br />So why do beautiful women act so rude to most men? And is there any chance for an average-looking guy to go out with a stunningly beautiful woman?<br /><br />In reality, most beautiful women are not rude or bitchy by nature; it's just that their beauty tends to attract more people to them on a daily basis. When a beautiful woman travels somewhere, whether it's going to work, or the coffee shop, the supermarket, or at the bar, she is constantly approached by eager males, and most of these men always want something from her, most often a phone number or date. Even men who are not actively attempting to hit on her tend to act differently in front of her and offer her more attention than usual or give special favors to her. Well, she doesn't have enough time in the day to go out with all of these men, regardless of how nice they are to her, so she has to develop some way of screening them out. Therefore, she acts out by putting up a protective mental shield, which is a way for her to discard all of the men she is not attracted to and seek out those men who she feels have some more interesting to offer her<br /><br />Well, in your eyes, this woman my be incredibly attractive. However, even the most beautiful woman has insecurities and worries about how she looks. You may feel yourself trying not to stare at her butt as she walks down the street in her shapely dress or blue jeans, but she may worry that she is too fat or is gaining too much cellulite in her thighs. Or she may believe that she is too flabby in her waist. She may have female friends who think that she eats too much ice cream or comments on how her hair is too greasy or frizzy, or that she breaks out with pimples too often. She may have family members who talk about how she has dragon breath in the morning or makes monkey sounds when she laughs.<br /><br /><br />So if you want to approach a really beautiful woman and have a conversation with her, and you find yourself getting nervous when you try to say something, just remember that she is human like you are and has her not-so-pretty moments. Instead of gushing over her beauty, trying to say something corny or using a bad pick up line, think of how she may look with food in her teeth, or slipping on the sidewalk, or sitting on the toilet seat, or some other embarassing situation as you approach her, and you will feel yourself becoming much less nervous around her. You can then say "hi" to her, but DON'T compliment her on her looks before you go into an extended conversation<br /><br /><br />You're probably wondering, why would I not compliment her on her looks or tell her how beautiful she is? Well, because she is always being complimented by other men about her beauty every day!<br />If you approach her like a regular person and not a desperate guy trying to go out with her, she will notice that you are not like the other men she sees. She will then wonder why you didn't tell </strong><strong>her how pretty she is, and this will stoke up her insecurities. And ususally when this happens, she will approach YOU and attempt to win your approval of her. This will surely help to build up your confidence, and before you know it, she will be asking you for a date or your phone number.</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/235/E421A947712DED0A4E6DBD7BE99D72F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-73777470564265927062009-06-20T20:35:00.001-07:002009-07-21T14:06:21.947-07:00happy love anniversary<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiStHfk2-9e17sPFqkGhTjIBu399oZU7qqFiKZuu_lhB7bUkMbBP_2MZTRvXvH3T-lC1KCKDhg__8lcDUkxAtN3vdQ1x9HIF_cZlziEDGgKh7DAu0LhfDDG301n43xDz9ffbJ5wOcl04_U/s1600-h/anniversary_comment_graphic_06.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiStHfk2-9e17sPFqkGhTjIBu399oZU7qqFiKZuu_lhB7bUkMbBP_2MZTRvXvH3T-lC1KCKDhg__8lcDUkxAtN3vdQ1x9HIF_cZlziEDGgKh7DAu0LhfDDG301n43xDz9ffbJ5wOcl04_U/s400/anniversary_comment_graphic_06.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349621278247705314" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/235/E421A947712DED0A4E6DBD7BE99D72F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-25972152671683676122009-05-05T00:22:00.000-07:002009-07-21T14:06:46.796-07:00maybe M ADDICTED---a song just 4 u<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJzIhm5vGqIIA0-v9h6QnRtR9pFyi1cKL4qarPh0k7h9TX2pxPC9WXLnSzr11ePSjP1Te9DF-D3nDrxzDx5Snk39bxgtayU6uGEzacLga4o-YCSyML_VxE4T2NSoiAh8dwrAhfrOTBLk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337166852674772098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUJzIhm5vGqIIA0-v9h6QnRtR9pFyi1cKL4qarPh0k7h9TX2pxPC9WXLnSzr11ePSjP1Te9DF-D3nDrxzDx5Snk39bxgtayU6uGEzacLga4o-YCSyML_VxE4T2NSoiAh8dwrAhfrOTBLk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Have I told you how good it feels to be me, </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>when I'm in you? </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>I can only stay clean when you are around. </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Don't let me fall. </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>If I close my eyes forever, would it ease the pain? </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Could I breathe again?</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Maybe I'm addicted, </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>I'm out of control, </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>but you're the drug that keeps me from dying.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Maybe I'm a liar, </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>but all I really know is you're the only reason I'm trying.</strong></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>I am wasted away,</strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong> </strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>I made a million mistakes.</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Am I too late? </strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>There is a storm in my head; </strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>it rains on my bed when you are not here.</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>I'm not afraid of dying, </strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>but I am afraid of losing you................................</strong></span></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/235/E421A947712DED0A4E6DBD7BE99D72F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-8571974155288530352009-04-25T00:30:00.000-07:002009-07-21T14:07:10.757-07:00To a special freind............i love u...........<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfV029OUWNeQuzLxf5hRZTY0nhBxhtn9BENt2c5fVDP6__Q0jOW5pqgB3GZO5SLC0N7r_GdG3xy0tMSPQzCLTasfwX_2AKxkCYDVsuP59CJaTWzu2ouMrX2OH30GOUoKiAZR9xWy9Xvk/s1600-h/love31.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328543374873723778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfV029OUWNeQuzLxf5hRZTY0nhBxhtn9BENt2c5fVDP6__Q0jOW5pqgB3GZO5SLC0N7r_GdG3xy0tMSPQzCLTasfwX_2AKxkCYDVsuP59CJaTWzu2ouMrX2OH30GOUoKiAZR9xWy9Xvk/s400/love31.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>U make me feel higher than the moon</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>this warm feeling u give me inside</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>there could be no better</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>it feels like no more i have to hide</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>U brought me out of myself</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>showed the world what i had to give</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>i cant believe i finally found</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>the one that i wanna be with</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>This feeling is so hard to explain</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>like no words exist to show how i mean</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>its better than floating upon cloud nine</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>U give my heart a brand new sheen</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>This is one love I'm not letting go</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>I'm gonna hold on tight</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>and make us last</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>cos the love we feel is oh so right</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>I know u feel the same</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>and not just cos u tell me so</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>its the little things you do for me</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>its like i m never on a low</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>There's just one more thing that i wish</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>for you and me to never part</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>i want to keep the love we share</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>as fresh as from the start </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>I'm gonna stop this rhyming now</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>for those of u who know</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>love cant be written in words</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>its in the little things u show..........................I love u............</strong></span></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/235/E421A947712DED0A4E6DBD7BE99D72F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-90562192517774407302009-04-24T19:10:00.000-07:002009-07-21T14:08:41.995-07:00Dear mr.anonymous(my secret love)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNxXHS7fM448CbqqJXB7XRFoNgd0zJmp1VX2jP3x8q9vvAmzKhXm-DlYPUSeGnbwgIV01rxxag2IXE9D8h3v2gXMM4EPzS94H5_FRw0RS9ScSPK3BoNMk0Ph0zycv6qVQnP7eqFwZOFM/s1600-h/Silent_Love__Colour___by_I__.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328450399283703538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNxXHS7fM448CbqqJXB7XRFoNgd0zJmp1VX2jP3x8q9vvAmzKhXm-DlYPUSeGnbwgIV01rxxag2IXE9D8h3v2gXMM4EPzS94H5_FRw0RS9ScSPK3BoNMk0Ph0zycv6qVQnP7eqFwZOFM/s400/Silent_Love__Colour___by_I__.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;">I dreamed of a love<br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;">a love so true </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;">and then from above</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;">God sent you..........</span></strong><br /><br /></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;">When our eyes met </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;">I turned away </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;">Only to regret</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;">That grateful day.......</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">I search in the dark</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">To find that key</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">That triggers the spark</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">You put in me..........</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>I want you to see </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>That my love is true</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Even though we can't be </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>I still hold my true</strong></span> <span style="color:#66cccc;"><strong>love for you.................................</strong></span></span></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/235/E421A947712DED0A4E6DBD7BE99D72F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-5761505668955317922009-04-19T04:03:00.000-07:002009-04-19T04:20:50.141-07:00RULES OF MEN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvOFuzHG2dLWjChwgvlKJHnIn2vKZ7T_OspYLaYUfujGcmm0guetM7ldOzb6ZzY0e3_r2KD9fEr-ENAzRqSUjBcxOKV311J3BMLDo37xjP52Xn7u-oCZihWFK0t2D1_DYAp5r39j-d7I/s1600-h/rules4men-300x300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326360889981491442" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGvOFuzHG2dLWjChwgvlKJHnIn2vKZ7T_OspYLaYUfujGcmm0guetM7ldOzb6ZzY0e3_r2KD9fEr-ENAzRqSUjBcxOKV311J3BMLDo37xjP52Xn7u-oCZihWFK0t2D1_DYAp5r39j-d7I/s320/rules4men-300x300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Read it somewhere so thought of sharing it with u guys</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>1. Men are NOT mind readers.( FIRST & FOREMOST RULE </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>2.Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do.Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>3.Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.In fact, all comments become Null and void after 7 Days.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>4.If you think you're fat, you probably are.Don't ask us.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>5.You can either ask us to do somethingOr tell us how you want it done.Not both.If you already know best how to do it , just do it yourself</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>6.Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>7.Crying is blackmail, Ask for what you want.Let us be clear on this one.Subtle hints do not work!Strong hints do not work!Obvious hints do not work!Just say it!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>8.Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>9.If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>10.Christoph er Col umbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;">11.1. We don't remember dates. Mark birthdays and anniversaries on a calendar. Remind us frequently beforehand.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;">12.If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.</span></strong></div><br /><div></div>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-789195840177671812009-04-18T12:07:00.000-07:002009-07-21T14:10:13.919-07:00FLYING HIGH<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRWgjCdmzR7sY3mzs07eP9GKyG2PLQZpXPH4MZiBx_6YrCbxSAgJydXunaQCMJEL6VMU_z25hDhzv5fy6GB62syFkHqc7dnEOYYnrDHPyR1GwhRuuJcnfWFlUBcXgyZMEN9ZT_uBYWrLg/s1600-h/lonelyDM2803_468x562.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326350499499524738" style="WIDTH: 671px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRWgjCdmzR7sY3mzs07eP9GKyG2PLQZpXPH4MZiBx_6YrCbxSAgJydXunaQCMJEL6VMU_z25hDhzv5fy6GB62syFkHqc7dnEOYYnrDHPyR1GwhRuuJcnfWFlUBcXgyZMEN9ZT_uBYWrLg/s320/lonelyDM2803_468x562.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiToCO0dB3IQgOihkdo9M9bbwRY51rd9mChjI_SUAN8tT04vaWk-chaNrlj6nqmBwH6gFOUeY5QIbSeenbfSYjvl1IImzat7qKoLECJyL_HuVMiiOXgk1IfCYg2J1FXGRnfoYJkteW4IHw/s1600-h/aeroplane%20in%20sunset.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;">MAIN ALAG THI,</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;">MAIN UDNA CAHTI THI.......................!!!!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;">Every little girl dreams of becoming an airhostess,i dreamed the same.Becoming an airhostess was not just a fantasy for me but it was my madness.I had well in advance decided "after I am done with my academics i would soon puruse my diploma in AVIATION".So after my results were out i went and got myself enrolled with the worlds number no1 airhostess training acadmey.I still remember how excited i was when i was through with my interview process for the enrollment and i had got the selection letter.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;">Soon after the enrollment,my classes commenced.My first day in the institue was not that good as i had no freinds there and was sitting alone on the last bench.But as days passed i made many freinds and i was the miss congeniality in my class.Some girls would hate me while some would just adore me for my multi tasking skills. I was good with my grooming,assignments,my persentations,my interviewing skills,my mock interviews.My faculties were impressed with me too.The best thing for which I was known for in my batch was that i would get ready in just 10mins,ie right from changing n wearing my uniform,my stockings,my shoes,to doin my make up,to hairstyling..all this in just 10mins,while i remember all other girls would come 1hr prior to the class to do all this and still they would enter 5mins late for the class....lols</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;">Soon i started feeling that no one can stop me,i have evrythin in me...i started gettin over confident:(Never did i even imagine that the aviation industry would be hit by a big crisis and all my dreams will b shattered.Today i m nothing.I just have a DIPLOMA degree in aviation and nothin else in my life.I feel like a looser when people keep askin me "what happened abt ur flying dreams"?.....I have no answer other than walkin off from there.Still ,whenever i go to the airport and see those goregous looking females with those tight uniforms and a bright smile on their face ,I ask only one question to myself</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;">"when will i fly"?????????????????????????????????????????</span></strong></div></div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/235/E421A947712DED0A4E6DBD7BE99D72F3.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-17976583510760978352009-04-17T11:04:00.000-07:002009-04-18T11:47:03.536-07:00English V/S hindi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq20dc4Ns2nvjyQJRgySOzBpISkoinjLgz1xAa709SrJKP8jMGafIt2Vu8B1VU1Gl-AiKl-L4jEfE8vhSp0kOxczYy-htmhG5-sDtJFe4GjkeM9T7x8zoHaojkqNDWSJmhkb1wuImR8JA/s1600-h/english.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326043922042760018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq20dc4Ns2nvjyQJRgySOzBpISkoinjLgz1xAa709SrJKP8jMGafIt2Vu8B1VU1Gl-AiKl-L4jEfE8vhSp0kOxczYy-htmhG5-sDtJFe4GjkeM9T7x8zoHaojkqNDWSJmhkb1wuImR8JA/s320/english.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#00cccc;"> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326043281435303938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhceMc4mihyphenhyphenLU5Hnqd2Q8pVU7mM2VgFkPlUCmAV0N7rWt0Pk-SYu1UL7vvgoWsV812ttOYDjKFSVxcSQO7-_q8vs6RTxnoPc4oCncEUjy1HrUgOPa_NPCJv_H_nhh1Rxi-JPPhuZtCI1k/s320/hindi.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">LMAO</span>....</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Whatever i m goin to post is damn funny.Its a translation of english one liners into hindi.Here goes the list<br />how do you do?------कैसे करते हो?<br />Keep in touch------छूते रहो<br />Lets hang out----चलो बहार लटकते है !<br />Have a nice day----अच्छा दिन लो!<br />Whats up?----ऊपर क्या है !<br />You are kidding---तुम बच्चा बना रहे हो !<br />Dont kid me--मेरा बच्चा मत बनाओ !<br />Yo baby wats up?---बेटी ये ऊपर क्या है? !<br />She is so fine---वोह कितनी बारीक है!<br />Cool man----थंडा आदमी !<br />Are you nuts?---क्या आप akhrot हो?!<br />Rock the party---पार्टी मैं पत्थर फेकों !<br />I will drop you home---मैं तुम्हे घर पे गिरा दूंगा !<br />I am goin on a blind date----मैं अंधे खजूर पे जा रही हु !<br />I am in a LIVE-IN ----मैं जिंदा अदंर हु !<br />Dont kid me----मेरे बच्चे मत बनाओ !</span></span></strong>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-16376924774610293862009-03-27T03:24:00.000-07:002009-04-18T11:49:06.765-07:00Dreams----my unanswered questions(pls do not make fun)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1R8kr2G-7x3yOv0Lw6Rs9v89t4nP3rX88Z4MqJLRamzMC64pDch2x8Ss_GkmrK1kI5uX1TszY7XlA9wgM_EuASI_rCp0c05uRa39nSaBG06KzpB5A7Icxwm3rEzyuJUxXtdTkzAmIVmo/s1600-h/666.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317898453519156898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1R8kr2G-7x3yOv0Lw6Rs9v89t4nP3rX88Z4MqJLRamzMC64pDch2x8Ss_GkmrK1kI5uX1TszY7XlA9wgM_EuASI_rCp0c05uRa39nSaBG06KzpB5A7Icxwm3rEzyuJUxXtdTkzAmIVmo/s200/666.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317895468504948434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM7hLOBTnO_OuZ0jGhTsH2ZJOnzMPSOjRRY1Nv6Vz1MCkfwyTvhSm_CG9J702uajdgeJ4Nh5R0jzutgNdtqEndhHVkt8BRmEIBOm2BKqenr9UVFcxKWit1irNv-CVJgG2I4bEdo4qZIEY/s200/people%2520dreams.jpg" border="0" /> </span></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Dreams have always played a very major role in my life since childhood,they have been an eye opener&at times they hav stopped me from takin a wrong step etc etc.For every common person in this world, dreams are good as well as bad,they have good dreams like gettin married,gettin their dream job, and bad dreams like some accidents or sum failures or a general haunted dreams.<br /><br /></strong></span><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Every person see's dreams,gets up in the morning and later he forgets about it and gets back to his daily routine.That's how a normal individual behaves.But thats not the case with me.As i told earlier,, dreams have always been a very important aspect in my life since childhood.M unlike others,I try connecting my dreams to the reality and try to look for my answers.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>I know sounds weird,waste,or senseless, but for me it isnt.Because the dreams which i get are not the normal ones.Since childhood i have always got dreams which are super strange and are always linked in some or the other way with my life.I beleive"EVERY DREAM IS CONNECTED WITH REALITY".With the help of a astro freind of mine,i have got my answers to most of my dreams and i even got to know what they indicate.Here are few of those:-</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>1) When i was in my college days,i often dreamt of falling down from the mountain and someone pushing me from the mountain.I would daily see myself dying in that dream with all blood stains spread on the ground.This continued for more than 2months.I was really upset with this when one day i just happened to share this with this freind of mine.We were childhood freinds but never did i learnt from her that she is into astrology and face reading n even a good palmist.I just told her that I cant sleep since 2months &there she was ready with my unanswered questions.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>MY DREAM INDICATED:-some good freind of mine is goin to backstab me n is really jealous of me and wants to harm me.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>The min she told me i did not beleive,i was like okayh..haan humm types and i left for my place.Next day i woke up ,went to my college and i learnt that a very good freind of mine is spreadin rumours abt me n is acting good in front of me but in reality she is a BITCH who is super jealous of me and doesnt wants good to happen with me.I was surprised that woteva this astro pal of mine said came 2 b so true n the dream indicated all this.I broke my freindship with that bitch.................</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>THE DREAM WAS A CLEAR WARNING-BEWARE!!!!!</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>2)The second incident happens to be that, my guy's father had passed away and soon after 1month i had this dream of me sitting under a tree with a baby in my hand and his father was standing at the end of the road and watchin me and crying.I was going mad thinking about what exactly could that indicate?I really did not wish to bother my freind for this but i really couldnt stop myself from askin her the meaning of this dream.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>MY DREAM INDICATED-me sitting below the tree with the baby showed that i care for my child and uncle watchin me from the end indicated that he really wanted to see me and the child as a part of his family.Man i was zapped when i knew about it..I really felt sad that i couldnt fulfill this wish of his.....I wish he was alive today to see my future with his son.................</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>3)As i started entering my early 20's my dreams wer full of big snakes.I would see snakes roaming in my house,I would see snakes rolling all over my body,or at times i would see snakes playing like pets with me.I just hate snakes,i remember i would wake up screaming and crying saying help me pls pls!!!!!!.......... well little did i knew that what excatly it means to see a snake in ur dreams</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>MY DREAM INDICATED--- If you are afraid of the snake, then it signifies your fears of sex, intimacy or commitment. . As a positive symbol, snakes represent healing, transformation, knowledge and wisdom. It is indicative of self-renewal and positive changes. </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Well there are many more incidents and dreams in my life ,which shook me,but since, it is a blog, i really have to limit my words and come to the main story of my dreams....THE DREAMS WHICH ARE UNANSWERED SINCE MY CHILDHOOD and m goin insane figuring out what do they mean?</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Every year exactly during diwali's 5 days ,I get a very very very scary haunted dream.I see a female wearing a white saree n she comes and harms me or my family in some or the other way and some or my other family member dies in that dream.The female has long hair,scary face,blood stains all over her face and she is very tall.Sometimes that female comes in groups with her fellow mate or sometimes she is single.Every damn year,can u beleive it every yr on any one of the 5 days of diwali I see this female in a haunted dream.This has been continuing right since i was 10yrs old.I took it very lightly before.But Once when i was in my 8th grade,i remembr i had been 2 my masi's place 2 hyderabad to celebrate diwali.It was the night prior to lakshmi pujan.I was sleepin,n sudenly at 2.30 in the night i realised that the female has enetered my dreams.She was stopping me to board my train from hyderabad to mumbai,and when i did not listen to her she killed all my family members and she left me alive.She was laughing!!!The min i realised my family is no more i started crying aloud n screaming mummy,daddy.....and i had no clue that m screaming in reality and not my nightmare.This nightmare made me more suspicious as what does those dream indicate every yr?I initially thought may b if i go to some other place i wont get such dreams but still that year i got the dream and many other times too when i went 2 my nani's place for diwali.......i asked my freind too ,but she too has no answers for this,Every year i cant see that female killng my family,dont know who she is what she wants?????Is she good or is she bad?What is the connection?Why exctly during diwali?is it because its a AMAVASYA that time or some other reason.All my family members and close relatives are aware of it,I have even tried applied vibhuti n sleepin during those nites but still the devil has not failed to capture my dreams.Is it because I am 666 born n 666 is supposed to be a evil's number?Does the evil really wants me to come and join her community??I still have no answers...........</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>The second unanswered dream of mine is-</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Its been 4yrs that we hav shifted to a new appartment.But there is something that bothers me a lot,yes its my dream.Whenever i see a dream which has my house included in it,i never see my new house but see my old one.Its been more than 4 yrs now that i left my old house,and the old house is no longer ours,we sold it out long back but still dont know y cant i see my new house?Is it that my old house wants me 2 go back again,or is it the because that i have spent my whole childhood over there n i am very much attched to it?Even this morning i saw a dream where i was getting married and all the funcions wer going on at my house,every one was happy including my parents .But the min i opened my eyes,and started recollecting about the dream,i realised that i was again in the same old house but not the new one where i stay....i actually started crying...because again it was my same old house.Yes i was sad as this is not done?When shall i start seeing my new house?its been more than 4 long years.......................</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Well this was the journey of my dreams.I hope u guys help me get my answers...I really dont want anyone to laugh on it or make fun of it as this is something really personal and close 2 my life</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>archy-</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><strong>27/03/2009 </strong></span></div></div></div></div></div>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-18822499104855796612009-03-23T06:18:00.000-07:002009-04-18T11:52:17.451-07:00A WOMAN<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1oPnDdItXMtaxa5nIaOSZWULBhynSYNw9mDfoQgp9OcOjWeuaH9ncpQdCh618zAzuVa70gUAPH5djSkutVPndHXT11Tu8wronHpcBI0-OfS4yw4qwlHJptymiI2In6Yd7PlWmBOwnxg/s1600-h/SuperStock_1569R181037.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316373167819369426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1oPnDdItXMtaxa5nIaOSZWULBhynSYNw9mDfoQgp9OcOjWeuaH9ncpQdCh618zAzuVa70gUAPH5djSkutVPndHXT11Tu8wronHpcBI0-OfS4yw4qwlHJptymiI2In6Yd7PlWmBOwnxg/s200/SuperStock_1569R181037.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><br /></span><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Who is earning almost as much as you do;</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">One, who has dreams and aspirations just asyou have because she is as human as you are;One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven ' t, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost asmuch as you do for 20-25 years of her life;</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cookfood at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more,and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother,a wife, even if she doesn ' t want to; and is learning just like you are asto what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won ' t like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">but won ' t, simplyBecause you won ' t like it, even though you say otherwise</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important,relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her someand trust her;</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house - your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding, or love, if you may call it.</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">But not many guys understand this.......</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Please appreciateI hope you will do...</span></strong></div>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-83940058395360838412009-03-22T02:29:00.000-07:002009-04-18T11:54:27.968-07:00Are women the weaker sex???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9YcJJElI_zVBTvtY9PAGE4bAD49X0o5s3-FMMoezvz1gWaeFhyphenhyphenQWZOo_xloARkOwkUcOn1Jn2qwUiINrii7YvvYyms5-5B5mloYmCfOOBBOsi1wa-QicBU6qFWiPRjHxHLVUOLsP3wJc/s1600-h/ladies-train.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315943596530975730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9YcJJElI_zVBTvtY9PAGE4bAD49X0o5s3-FMMoezvz1gWaeFhyphenhyphenQWZOo_xloARkOwkUcOn1Jn2qwUiINrii7YvvYyms5-5B5mloYmCfOOBBOsi1wa-QicBU6qFWiPRjHxHLVUOLsP3wJc/s400/ladies-train.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><br /></span><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Who says so? Have you ever seen two women near a municipal tap? Or two mothers fighting over their kids? Or a wife berating her husband who gets home late from work? It’s a myth that women are kind and considerate as a sex. On the other hand, they are cold and calculating and know just which side their bread is buttered. You have to see the women in Soaps on the TV- scheming, manipulative, ruthless, and wicked.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">The exercise begins very early in life too. Dressed in their pretty pink frilly skirts, with bows and curls in their hair, they look like angels who can’t say ‘boo’ to a mouse. They giggle into each other’s tiny ears ghastly things about their brothers! If the brother were to tweak their ears or pull their ears or pull their hair, there is a torrent of tears.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Go getters- that is what we women are. Just go to the suburban Station at 5.30 in the evening and you’ll be surprised at the agility with which they go to get a seat in the train! Purses clutched to their bosom and sarees tucked at the waist, they poise themselves like atlehetes in the Olympics and the minute the train steams into the station, they charge like the light brigade. Feminity? Grace? What are you talking about? Victorian novels?</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>There is no doubt-women are a difficult species to contend with. If you know what’s good for you, keep on their right side. They make excellent friends and the most</strong> <strong>deadly enemies</strong></span></span></div>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-89469390158891132442009-03-22T00:59:00.000-07:002009-04-18T11:55:25.602-07:00A RELATIONSHIP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtJ-PwueV2Nu6gL_Mb38XE3NybmO36IGlUEJp8opmJQhMYtvjfgoY4vepWdyDXdtGtsORmPJnYB7cKtEr9n3ZsAWfYtbzg1MrSoyVqfSg6P0uV7DJNTKx7uOzdomsPoG-8iVu27kklSA/s1600-h/couple.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315924031317220498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtJ-PwueV2Nu6gL_Mb38XE3NybmO36IGlUEJp8opmJQhMYtvjfgoY4vepWdyDXdtGtsORmPJnYB7cKtEr9n3ZsAWfYtbzg1MrSoyVqfSg6P0uV7DJNTKx7uOzdomsPoG-8iVu27kklSA/s400/couple.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><br /></span><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Marriage is perhaps the only union that cannot be organized…. Both sides think they are the management!!!Consequently, fights do happen… Even in the 'made-in-heaven' marriages and relationships. And we always thought that if we During the first few months of their marriage, couples are usually in a sort of denial about each other’s negative qualities. But soon enough, a time comes when they can no longer turn a blind eye to those shortcomings all the time. The reality of living together and dealing with each other’s habits and quirks had to be faced. That’s when the problems start and fights begin. So they start to get on to each other's nerves. And they feel.... this is not right..... When they are disappointed or angry, they think.... this is bad. Sometimes the fights are so ugly and bleak that they even take away the real pleasure of being together. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Sometimes the couples are even forced to reconsider whether they should really stay together at all.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Like me, most people think that if they are fighting, that means that their relationship is in trouble. But the fact is that couples don't break up because their fighting is causing a problem in their relationship, but rather because problems in their relationship are causing fights. And so the key to a happy marriage/relationship is actually identifying those problem areas and resolving those issues as best as you can ....and as soon as you can. No matter how angry or disappointed you might be, it is worth its while to try and express your grievances, expectations and feelings.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Holding your tongue and suppressing your anger does more harm than good. Getting sad over things that irritate you and giving your partner the “silent treatment” does not comprise healthy resolution of marital conflict. The best way to do so is to talk honestly and respectfully. Talking makes you feel understood and allow your partner to support you. Talking also gives you perspective. You don’t feel like you are alone. Be equally open to your partner’s feelings. Remember your partner may have a different view. But that view of reality may be just as real as yours. There are not many objective realities</span></strong></div>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3698064898756919530.post-65137254271474077312009-03-22T00:06:00.000-07:002009-04-18T11:56:10.959-07:00I MISS U(dedicated 2 my sister)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHhzXfsg_Z1icPk6HdaKxXocJNffhr1qhBYyh940Fa3uS1WZxpucPR8fBgKN5LMGCeYOoO1DxcEzgfPOQGmTsqogQfeE8jOYThLnMZg9MIaJRS6ZxierXk2PCOQsYqzhOYpXEQ9ZBRv2A/s1600-h/edit.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqvZBp65At7qyv7TTjbC4ald-ZwWqE29U6Pl6KhPOlFfAgBOFGb0MLml9Oed4Ia9Cws8oPJJl1ndlQ52f4GmIIItjBTWmlDMgYFpXio4wVfAVPVxtnE21gTDo9BY79Y4n1bW1cCpbkSQ/s1600-h/William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_(1825-1905)_-_Two_Sisters_(1901).jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315921852560485042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqvZBp65At7qyv7TTjbC4ald-ZwWqE29U6Pl6KhPOlFfAgBOFGb0MLml9Oed4Ia9Cws8oPJJl1ndlQ52f4GmIIItjBTWmlDMgYFpXio4wVfAVPVxtnE21gTDo9BY79Y4n1bW1cCpbkSQ/s400/William-Adolphe_Bouguereau_(1825-1905)_-_Two_Sisters_(1901).jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><br /><br /></span><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Sister is someone who loves you from the heart,<br />No matter how much you argue you cannot be drawn apart.<br />She is a joy that cannot be taken away,<br />Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.<br />A friend who helps you through difficult times,<br />Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.<br />A partner who fills your life with laughs and smile,<br />These memories last for miles and miles.<br />When she is by your side, the world is filled with life,<br />When she is not around, your days are full of strife.<br />A sister is a blessing, who fills your heart with love,<br />She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.<br />A companion to whom you can express your feelings,<br />She doesn’t let you get bored at family dealings.<br />Whether you are having your ups or downs,<br />She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.<br />With a sister you cannot have a grudge,<br />She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.<br />Having a sister is not just a trend,<br />It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend!!!!!!<br /><br />You have been like a boon to me.When it comes to define you, i have only these words which describe you the best---NAUTANKI.Being a elder sister i have always had that fear about you.I remember the fights we used to have,the nail scratching,the hair pulling,the kick boxing,,hahah,it was so much fun.Remember the summer vacation's noon's?Mom used to sleep and we both used to secretly open the doors n used to go downstairs to the candy shop n used to eat those ice candies & chocobars?All these were so much fun.I even miss the shoppings sprees i used to anjoy with you on sundays,and not just that the exp dresses you used to get for me on my bddays or special occasions.Girl since you got married my life has changed completely.Why did u get married n go away so far?Now no sundays are the same..no summer vacations are like before,evrything seems so dull without u,I REALLY LOVE YOU MY SISSY!MUAH<br />YOU R D BEST THING THAT HAPPENED IN MY LIFE<br />LOVE U LOADS N LOADS<br />ALWAYS BE HAPPY:)</span></strong></div>archanahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02097691724799290584noreply@blogger.com0