<?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-2267670139499056256</id><updated>2011-12-27T22:33:57.732-08:00</updated><category term='Social Media'/><category term='Celebrity'/><category term='LIfe'/><category term='Promise'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Needs'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Marketing'/><category term='experience'/><category term='WANT'/><category term='Demand'/><category term='WISH'/><category term='Trust'/><category term='Facebook'/><category term='India'/><category term='Commuincation'/><category term='Government'/><title type='text'>LIVE LIKE U HAVE TO DIE THE OTHER MOMENT...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-8737122872244467440</id><published>2011-12-19T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T08:20:35.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commuincation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social Media'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Government'/><title type='text'>Social Media - Should it be a nightmare for Indian Government ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Decades ago social networking meant &amp;nbsp;Gossips and discussion at Village choupals , Mela's and Fairs. People came together , discussed , gossiped and went away. All the consultations and planning were held there but now with the advent of modern technology and increasing awareness the mode of discussions have faced a drastic change.Initially it was difficult to bring your ideas amongst 200 people but now an average person has around 300 friends on its social networking website i.e Facebook and it is really interesting to know that to bring a simple idea among 300 of them just ...update your status and you will get all the approvals and&amp;nbsp;disapproval&amp;nbsp;within a span of 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9Oyrz_V29g/Tu9iHeHRBaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xftS4iFBK7s/s1600/Social-Media-Collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9Oyrz_V29g/Tu9iHeHRBaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xftS4iFBK7s/s1600/Social-Media-Collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing have changed in these years..only the way to communicate has changed.The barriers to express your opinions to large audience has reduced significantly.People now have a proper platform to express themselves , to raise their voice against anti social issues and to get themselves heard. They are just a click away from various social , economical and political discussions.They can discuss openly everything which signifies their Freedom which is their birth right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social networking is an e-platform where everyone has right to discuss and express their views.On this platform, if someone comes across something that is unproven or against facts , then they have the freedom to deny it or reject it by counter analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity on our government who is in&amp;nbsp;favor&amp;nbsp;of restricting these world famous media.What could be a better platform to hear the voice of its own people? Rather I must say that India, the world's largest democracy ,should feel empowered with these public platforms.The Government should utilize this media to know the opinions of its very own public. It should focus more and more to run their campaigns , to know the public opinions on them and to do the necessary&amp;nbsp;amendments desired by the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLDcxEIREMQ/Tu9jDI81rFI/AAAAAAAAAac/_EZmxB2VX-A/s1600/india_map.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zLDcxEIREMQ/Tu9jDI81rFI/AAAAAAAAAac/_EZmxB2VX-A/s1600/india_map.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every coin has two faces and same is with social media. But the strategy should be to focus on the positive points rather than empowering the negative points. Banning is not a solution to everything. Once the government can restrict the social media sites but&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"CAN THEY RESTRICT THE VOICE OF AN "AAM AADMI" ??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-8737122872244467440?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8737122872244467440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/social-media-should-it-be-nightmare-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/8737122872244467440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/8737122872244467440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/social-media-should-it-be-nightmare-for.html' title='Social Media - Should it be a nightmare for Indian Government ?'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D9Oyrz_V29g/Tu9iHeHRBaI/AAAAAAAAAaU/xftS4iFBK7s/s72-c/Social-Media-Collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-2804741955873568145</id><published>2011-09-12T08:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:49:57.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Needs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Demand'/><title type='text'>Marketing is creating Artificial Needs !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #363636; font-family: Verdana, Tahoma; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Marketing Sector is the strongest and most dynamic pillar of every company. As we know that the main aim of every company is to capture the market, whether it is a software company, a toy company, food chain, or a health care organization. These various organizations knows all the needs of the consumer whether stated need, real need, delight need or most vibrant amongst all; the secret need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Gone are those days when people only demand for ‘&lt;i&gt;Roti, Kapda and Maakan&lt;/i&gt;’ (food, clothes &amp;amp; shelter).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Now, they need ‘&lt;i&gt;roti&lt;/i&gt;’ but will demand for ‘&lt;i&gt;tandoori roti&lt;/i&gt;’ instead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;They need clothes but they will demand for the branded and fashionable ones.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;They need shelter but their secret desire is to own a flat of some branded real estate organization like Omaxe etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Do you think that this transformation of thought is somewhere hidden from these rulers of the market???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21px;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;… Not at all! Rather these producers are trying their best to attract the general public by providing them lucrative offers and capturing their minds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Consider the example of Lakme, the most dominating, skin care company made Katrina Kaif as its brand ambassador. She is always singing the saga of Lakme soaps and products in the T.V. commercials. And as usual the innocent consumers are driven towards the smooth, shiny skin and soft healthy hairs thus forgetting the fact that she is a celebrity and use hundreds of other beautification techniques and treatments rather than that Lakme soap only.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Let’s move to another example of frozen foods. We have noticed these readymade pasteurized frozen snacks dumped in those refrigerators of Big Bazaar or other retail outlets. We all find them too fresh and tasty on those T.V. commercials and long to buy them but later we realize that though these readymade foods saves our time, yet, it does not have that delicious taste as in the homemade food.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;It’s all about the marketing of the various products that rules the minds as well as the pockets of the consumers. This marketing always smells the basic needs of the customer and transforms it to basic plus artificial needs. Marketing of a product is nowadays done in such a way that the consumers not only demand for the product which is a necessity for them, instead they are made to buy things which might not be their need but just for the sake that it appears to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 6pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Overall, if consumer needs drive them to the market and make producers to come out with something they need, then on the other hand these producers also come out with products and market them so well that consumers are moved to buy them. Hence, Marketing is creating Artificial Needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-2804741955873568145?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2804741955873568145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/marketing-is-creating-artificial-needs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/2804741955873568145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/2804741955873568145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/marketing-is-creating-artificial-needs.html' title='Marketing is creating Artificial Needs !!'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-4250504740842324191</id><published>2011-09-12T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:43:13.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity'/><title type='text'>Celebrities and Brands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 12.0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 24pt;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;rands are about promises and trust. Consumers always trust a brand that has credibility. Now when a company chooses a brand endorser, they mostly consider a potential prospect, existing costumer or a celebrity. CELEBRITY??Yes, a celebrity is chosen to provide an inspirational value to a brand and in a country like India, Celebrities are God. People believe people who can be recognized easily. But the question here is, how relatable and believable the use of celebrity can be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #444444; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CsQ9t1C_gQ/Tm4oBllrLGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TKoPfdlmcoU/s1600/df.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: #444444; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CsQ9t1C_gQ/Tm4oBllrLGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TKoPfdlmcoU/s1600/df.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 12.0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 12.0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Imagine the movie ‘3 Idiots’ with high achieving professionals like Rohit Bal, Sanjeev Kapoor and Javed Habib. Would it be still the same for you? Would it have the same reach? We know that all the above three professionals are legends in their own field and may have done well for the brands they endorse. But when you have to reach a large cross section of mass India, that’s not so homogenous, who would you rather put your money in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 12.0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;It always take a well known face to lift your scripts and give it a mass acceptance.India- loves new ideas but only when it comes with familiar face. A face which can woe her and make her feel close to her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 12.0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-line-height-alt: 12.0pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;In the end it’s not so much about celebrities like film stars, cricketers or common man. It’s all about entertainment, learning and the role that brands play in our lives. If the brand connects with me, enlightens me and captures my mind, then that’s all it matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #444444; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #363636; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-4250504740842324191?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4250504740842324191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/celebrities-and-brands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/4250504740842324191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/4250504740842324191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2011/09/celebrities-and-brands.html' title='Celebrities and Brands'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CsQ9t1C_gQ/Tm4oBllrLGI/AAAAAAAAAZI/TKoPfdlmcoU/s72-c/df.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-8356658091590082872</id><published>2010-07-17T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T01:15:22.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SAIL THROUGH AN MBA MARKET</title><content type='html'>Its again a watery time....featured with most beautiful flowers and whispering winds....A new season is about to manifold its wonders....Amongst all these wonders one is the breeze of the new academic session which is about to begin ...everywhere we will find kids busy in exams....scholars busy in their studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me !!!!!! Its the time to sail through a new venture..a sail through my mba...my long awaited dream..... I wont say that i m confident enough(for my new hunt) but i will definitely quote that i am happy..for all the new challenges which will come into my way..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp; completed my engineering and now i was looking for an mba college...an mba college which can fulfill my dreams...a college where i can tranform myself to a more professional&amp;nbsp; and confident girl...A college where i can find my stairs to shine in the corporate world.....morever a college which can enhance my personality and my abilities to work in an effective and efficient manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/TEFiv8_6nmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/O8SKFYkZCWE/s1600/mba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/TEFiv8_6nmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/O8SKFYkZCWE/s320/mba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But !!!!! Amidst &amp;nbsp;this tough competitive era where mba colleges are mushrooming in each and every corner of the world it was very difficult for me to choose the best one which can suit me..I was confused among the hundreds of college which were assuring us that they are the best,inquisitive about their enviorment and placements..The search was on....My mornings were spent on those mba sites like pagalguy.com,mbatown.com......Noons were filled wid phone calls and sending emails to various colleges...Evenings were spent while discussing with my dad about all this stuff....and nights reflect the despair and disgrace...... I was spending my days like this only for about a month when finally i came across IILM-GGN...I dont know why but i found the website of the college really appealing..filled wid all the relevant information needed for a newbie......I started gathering more and more informations about the college....found a person who can&amp;nbsp; give me the first hand and genuine information about the college....n after a week i decided to go fo rit...I found my way to corporate world....Though i knew that its IILM and not IIM......but still i was very sure that it is far better than other colleges of ncr region.....I was looking forward to join it...to make my dreams turn into reality.......and time flied so quickly...that now after 2 months of hunt and despair finally i am @ gurgaon...enjoying my golden years of college life once again............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/TEFmh6hvDRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/x-kC3_D2Znw/s1600/mba3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/TEFmh6hvDRI/AAAAAAAAAVk/x-kC3_D2Znw/s320/mba3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-8356658091590082872?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8356658091590082872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/sail-through-mba-market.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/8356658091590082872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/8356658091590082872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/07/sail-through-mba-market.html' title='A SAIL THROUGH AN MBA MARKET'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/TEFiv8_6nmI/AAAAAAAAAVc/O8SKFYkZCWE/s72-c/mba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-1158194893980095031</id><published>2010-03-02T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:42:53.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISUNDERSTANDINGS---Tsunami of the two hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;I remember our laughs and late night talks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;At least a hundred times we'd say goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Holding hands through Central Park walks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Even when wrong, you were always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Beautiful dreams..lively conversations..charismatic laughters...popping&amp;nbsp;ambitions and moments of trust and love.....These are amongst the few magical things which we expect in an intimate relationship.....relation of love...relation of hearts....It carries with it the most soothing and encroaching aspirations......we enjoy swinging on those high and low tides of love......That innocent trust and magnificent feelings never leave any space for anything else....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4lv7Nk5wVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oR9mAO0okoM/s1600-h/couplesTherapy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4lv7Nk5wVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oR9mAO0okoM/s400/couplesTherapy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;But!!!!!!!!!!!!!sometimes it do.....sometimes it tears the most applauded relationship....Everything is lost...every feeling...every touch of trust......What is this "something"??......Friends....It is nothing other than a "MISUNDERSTANDING"........Though it's just a word of 16 Alphabets.....yet it can ruin your life forever.....It can take away your beautiful moments of togetherness...It can ditch you to the bossom of grief....It can leave you completely shattered....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Love lasts so long and times without ending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Now we both know hearts truly can change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;We must move on, little use in pretending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;Just know our memories I'll never exchange....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;The real trouble lies in the fact that when you know that this misunderstanding will leave you all alone then why you ever try to leave a minute space in the warm blanket of your life....Why you let it enter inside your couch....Why??....Is your relation so weak that anything or anyone can ruin it??...or dont you trust your love??....Sometimes it happens that your beloved hurt you genuinely..sometimes he/she might do something which you cant accept....and it seems that&amp;nbsp;everything should be over now ....You cant tolerate it..You want to cry...you want to flow in tears....You forget each and every precious moment spent together....and the most important thing You forget that you love him/her.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still even now its unbearable to say goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't let my heart know this is really the end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't forget you beautiful wouldn't dare to try,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So for now my love, my heart, my friend.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Mistakes do happen..but that doesnt means that you leave everything without uttering a single word.....Try to talk to them...Tell them that you&amp;nbsp;got hurt...Let them know that you love them ...and you care for them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Silence sometimes act like a medicine but sometimes it acts like a tsunami which can devastate the two hearts.......forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-1158194893980095031?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1158194893980095031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/misunderstandings-tsunami-of-two-hearts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/1158194893980095031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/1158194893980095031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/misunderstandings-tsunami-of-two-hearts.html' title='MISUNDERSTANDINGS---Tsunami of the two hearts'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4lv7Nk5wVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/oR9mAO0okoM/s72-c/couplesTherapy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-6602690274271683576</id><published>2010-02-26T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T12:01:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THOSE FEW MINUTES OF AN INTERVIEW</title><content type='html'>Formal suits,classic tie knots,shining black shoes,glittering wrist watch accompanied by a broad smile on an enchanted face...Heyyy friends!!!!!!!...wait.....I am not describing any celebrity...neither i am trying to describe a business man....I am just describing a naughty careless boy who is bounded to change his attire....his looks...his gestures just for few hours....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4gmOGhKgpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5FqvlZDj8Tw/s1600-h/justin-timberlake-gq2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4gmOGhKgpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5FqvlZDj8Tw/s320/justin-timberlake-gq2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am wondering that how does&amp;nbsp;a youngster&amp;nbsp;feel when his funky clothes are exchanged with formal suits....His antique accessories are replaced by terrible tie and a wrist watch....His sports shoes are gone with those spiky socks.....Those drooling body tattoos hid inside the formal shirts....Those hairs with spikes are exiled and a very simple hair cut is bestowed upon the head...Hands,which always hold a bottle of cold drink, the keys of the bike or the latest gadget ,is now trying to support a heavy document file loaded with marksheets,certificates and degrees.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4gmUTdjHMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-Q2K_Vi2qM0/s1600-h/ikea_job_interview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4gmUTdjHMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-Q2K_Vi2qM0/s320/ikea_job_interview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Where are those cold drinks lost?? Where are those spiky hairs gone???Are those funky clothes lost?????....Nooo!!!!!!!! not at all....Rather they all are dumped down....they all are sacrificed for few hours...for that crucial time which can either make your life or spoil it......&lt;br /&gt;With a complete formal look and whimsically&amp;nbsp;holded certificate file...One can easily construe that the concerned person is going to spend few moments in silence....He is going to wonder how will be the interview...what types of questions will be there...How many members will be there in the panel....followed by a series of other questions.....&lt;br /&gt;Once an interview is started.....Those staring pair of eyes are enough to make you sweat.....Those scrolling views of the curriculum vitae always make you swim in the sea of questions.....finding no ends or a narrow landing on an island.....With those smiling glances of the recruiter and sweating face of the candidate one can feel the pain of that screwed neck(by a tie)&amp;nbsp;...&lt;br /&gt;That continuous questions answer round always make you up high on the heels......somewhere amidst of the business crowd....with both ends open......and waiting for you.....either the door leading to success...or the door leading to same old funky clothes and spiky hair cut......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4gmQzMJdPI/AAAAAAAAAVA/EoBeRLLO0v4/s1600-h/business-man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4gmQzMJdPI/AAAAAAAAAVA/EoBeRLLO0v4/s320/business-man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-6602690274271683576?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6602690274271683576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/those-few-minutes-of-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/6602690274271683576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/6602690274271683576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/those-few-minutes-of-interview.html' title='THOSE FEW MINUTES OF AN INTERVIEW'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4gmOGhKgpI/AAAAAAAAAU4/5FqvlZDj8Tw/s72-c/justin-timberlake-gq2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-3674782032008578738</id><published>2010-02-23T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T01:53:47.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Michelle Obama-The first lady of United States...Hillary Clinton-One of the most powerful political figure...Sarojini Naidu-The freedom fighter...Madhubala-The Legendary Actress.... All these versatile world famous personalities are having one thing in common....That they all are women which&amp;nbsp;are the most beautiful creation of god...Beautiful not only from outside but also at the core.....They are delicate yet powerful....emotional yet strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4OkbLAqdOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HFqAQtJmkTY/s1600-h/j0435894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4OkbLAqdOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HFqAQtJmkTY/s320/j0435894.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;They have a multi facet personality....They can be the most prominent social figure...They can be the busy professionals yet these wonderful women carry the burden of whole family on their delicate shoulders without uttering a single word of tiredness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Despite of various weird social&amp;nbsp;tortures these soft ones are emerging as the most wonderful citizens of a country....They are there for you at every single moment of your need...She can be a daughter...a wife...a mother...or a friend......You&amp;nbsp;can always trust her enough to give you the most delicious dish when you are hungry...most comforting hug when you feel like crying....most huggable person when you are on your heels....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Women are like a dapple plume...having vibrant colors with the delicacy of a feather...Their soft and gentle touch can help you recover from your worst times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;We can feel the pain when someone has to leave her father's home and settle at her husband's home...At that moment she has to leave her every thing which is dear to her...she has to manage herself confidentally so that she can be the rose of her husband's house.....she has to make new relations....adapt new culture.....Yet she is able to do it......A time comes when she has to give this world a&amp;nbsp;new creation of god...The pain which she has to tolerate can be only felt by her...no one else can feel that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Despite of her beautiful persona she is the most vulnerable child of god....70% of the women have to face those hazardous situations of physical as well as mental harrasments....they have to tackle those lusty eyes of unsocial men....They often fall as a prey for their greedy in laws....All the dreams which they have treasured for their new life are ruined when their greedy -in&amp;nbsp;laws demand for ample dowry......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4OkQfDxPTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cfJPEBzFDiE/s1600-h/black_14190637_std.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4OkQfDxPTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cfJPEBzFDiE/s320/black_14190637_std.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;You know friends....Women should be the most respected part of the world.They are really adorable.They are the backbone of the society....No matter Men have the power to work efficiently but women are also on the same track...they are more powerful emotionally...Though their tears always&amp;nbsp;lie on their beautiful eyelashes....Yet those tears&amp;nbsp;protect their wonderful enchanting dreams floating in their eyes.....See their dreams...feel their dreams....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-3674782032008578738?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3674782032008578738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/3674782032008578738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/3674782032008578738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/women.html' title='WOMEN'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4OkbLAqdOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/HFqAQtJmkTY/s72-c/j0435894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-8255718877131156363</id><published>2010-02-21T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T07:44:07.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAITI EARTHQUAKE-A CATASTROPHIC DEPRESSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Devastated villages....Crowded roadsides..Scary peoples and crying kids.......This was the scenario at the poorest country of the western hemisphere when it was hit tremendously by the sunken earthquake killing around 2,30000 people on the unauspicious 12th day of january.......Everywhere there was the smoke of tears..depression..loud&amp;nbsp;scary voices..Tall buildings were collapsing like a melted ice cream....People were running here and there crying for help....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4FUGYt3UwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/p81-wdm4lOo/s1600-h/titlephoto2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4FUGYt3UwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/p81-wdm4lOo/s320/titlephoto2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Haiti is already hobbled with poverty..natural calamities and politics.It is the poorest and one of the most densely populated country of the western hemisphere.....&lt;/div&gt;On&amp;nbsp;12&amp;nbsp;january at about 4:43 pm&amp;nbsp;haitians were busy with their daily routine work..it was a bright sunny day...everybody was involved in some or other work but to their surprise the world began to shake....Earth was trembling like a leaf.....and within 35 seconds everything was lost......earth seemed to be upside down....Nothing was left except cries..shouts...and devastated HAITI.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was only the matter of few seconds but the life of Haitians was changed completely forever.... There screwed life&amp;nbsp;had now no ends.....Lakhs of people lost their lives and the&amp;nbsp;survivors were totally shattered and restless....They were speechless....In the nights following the earthquake, many people in Haiti slept in the streets, on pavements, in their cars, or in makeshift shanty towns either because their houses had been destroyed, or they feared standing structures would not withstand aftershocks....They were uncertain about there lives...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4FT6IHfaMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aemw7ngZmHA/s1600-h/haiti-earthquake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4FT6IHfaMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/aemw7ngZmHA/s320/haiti-earthquake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;News was spreading like a fire all round the world...millions of people&amp;nbsp;got united to pray for the departed souls as well as survivors ....With teary eyes they were trying their level best to provide aid to the Haitians...Charity shows....prayer meets....song performances....aids all were scheduled regularly to help those poor peoples build their dreams again....No matter whether it is a celebrity or a common man all were together to comfort them....Communication systems, air, land, and sea transport facilities, hospitals, and electrical networks had been damaged by the earthquake, which hampered rescue and aid efforts initially; confusion over who was in charge, air traffic congestion, and problems with prioritisation of flights further complicated early relief work.Rescue efforts began in the immediate aftermath of the earthquake, with able-bodied survivors extricating the living and the dead from the rubble of the many buildings which had collapsed,but treatment of the injured was hampered by the lack of hospital and morgue facilities...yet everyone was firm to find their way out...... to start a new life....to gather all the courage and start afresh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;.....Lets pray for the Haitians.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-8255718877131156363?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8255718877131156363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/haiti-earthquake-catastrophic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/8255718877131156363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/8255718877131156363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/haiti-earthquake-catastrophic.html' title='HAITI EARTHQUAKE-A CATASTROPHIC DEPRESSION'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S4FUGYt3UwI/AAAAAAAAAUg/p81-wdm4lOo/s72-c/titlephoto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-6136923450276274989</id><published>2010-02-15T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:07:23.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True love happens only once...rest is life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Love - Its not finding someone to live with rather its finding someone you cant live without....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Every chapter of our life is&amp;nbsp;compiled with both beautiful and sad moments....sometimes they are filled with laughters and cheers and sometimes with those broken hearts and tears.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We have a large no. of persons in our life...first of all our&amp;nbsp;adorable parents who brought us in this beautiful world ....then our naughty siblings who treat us as their best friends....our grandparents who always shower their whole love on us.....These are the relations which god has made for us.....But their are some relations which are made on earth itself...Amongst those beautiful relations the best one is of LOVE....filled with fun and care.....sentiments and anger..Trust and tears ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3mgOAVVm0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/5MRZg9w0yrI/s1600-h/love_letter1233610099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="350" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3mgOAVVm0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/5MRZg9w0yrI/s400/love_letter1233610099.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We try to live this relation at its fullest ...we are overwhelmed...we enjoy it....happiness starts revolving all round but sometimes it doesnt work....sometimes we loose it forever...sometimes we get ditched...sometimes we get only tears and pain&amp;nbsp;in love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;There is a very simple question i want to ask you all....Do you all think that love happens only once in life???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;As per my opinion I do not agree with it...According to me....Love is the feeling which has many forms..Many a times it happens that the&amp;nbsp;sentiments which we start calling love turns out to be an infatuation only...Sometimes it is just a puppy love..Sometimes it is only for fun..none of the innermost feelings are involved in it...But sometimes its a TRUE LOVE....Though it is rarest of its kind yet it is the most beautiful&amp;nbsp; and innocent&amp;nbsp; feeling one can feel for someone....It is the purest feeling of the heart when you can find the tears of your beloved in your own twinkling eyes....when their pain can suck your blood....when their smiles can be found on your own lips....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;But discovering some of the devastated and crushed love relationships in your life doesn't mean that its the end....They are merely a part of life now a days...every day we can find thousands of people facing breakups and all....but they should be hopeful that its not the end...nor their life is going to be empty.....This heart break is just for a short duration cuz someone more perfect is waiting for them.....Every person in this world is made for someone...someone&amp;nbsp;who is&amp;nbsp;understanding...beautiful....charming .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3mgRTWucvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/55tp62k8KTc/s1600-h/Paint_Your_Love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3mgRTWucvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/55tp62k8KTc/s400/Paint_Your_Love.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;We can&amp;nbsp;always find people moving in and out of relationships frequently just like in jobs...But see their courage...They are always hopeful that the new person who will meet them in near future will be much better than the previous one..... :) :) ....,.Its life friends....You will always find your perfect soulmate in your life.....No matter whether quickly aur after years and years.....Whether&amp;nbsp;she will be the first&amp;nbsp;person of your life or last.....she will be all yours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3mgVGI6Z2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pIDnkEPH0iY/s1600-h/My-rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="313" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3mgVGI6Z2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pIDnkEPH0iY/s400/My-rose.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-6136923450276274989?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6136923450276274989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-love-happens-only-oncerest-is-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/6136923450276274989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/6136923450276274989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-love-happens-only-oncerest-is-life.html' title='True love happens only once...rest is life'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3mgOAVVm0I/AAAAAAAAAUA/5MRZg9w0yrI/s72-c/love_letter1233610099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-4386224374917024520</id><published>2010-02-14T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:30:26.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FARMVILLE-The Cyber Farm...</title><content type='html'>Fresh carrots.....super pumpkins......pretty roses....watery watermelon.....These are now not&amp;nbsp;only the crops grown after lot of efforts rather these are the crops which are being grown at a single click....hardly in 12 hours you can get rusty carrots....or in 16 hours u can find urself smudged in between pretty red roses....There are beautiful colorful trees loaded with fruits and getting ready in less than five days....there are cute animals which are continuosly helping the fantastic farmers to raise money......&lt;br /&gt;You all must be wondering that what i am talking about......Friends I am talking about one of the best internet game:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"FARMVILLE"-The winner of best social application award.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;People are getting on their nerves to play it...They are crazy for it....They are losing their sleeps for it......They are regularly working hard to make their farm amongst the best farm ever.....Some achieve this goal and some people are&amp;nbsp;struggling hard&amp;nbsp;to acheive it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3hZJf3bgxI/AAAAAAAAATY/a-9uG7K2qKI/s1600-h/farmville.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3hZJf3bgxI/AAAAAAAAATY/a-9uG7K2qKI/s320/farmville.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There are small blue ponds for the warm sunny days and similarly their are hot fire pits and hot tubs&amp;nbsp;for the biting cold ...There is also a Perfect dairy house for the silly cows and modernised chicken coop for the little chickss.....a haunting horse stable for the horses....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everything is there .....Just as at real farm....But the difference lies in the way of producing....the way of maintaining....the way of cooperating......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Though this cyber farm is merely a game of '01' numbers yet the way it teaches us golden lesson is marvellous...Though it is quiet addictive yet the way it makes us cooperate with&amp;nbsp;our cyber&amp;nbsp;neighbours &amp;nbsp;is really remarkable....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This cyber farm develops a sense of responsibilty in our hearts.....It makes us care for the crops so that they are safe from withering.....which automatically tells us that we should care for our things .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It lets us cooperate with other farmers by sending them gifts and bonus regularly ...It teaches us that if in the real life also we help our friends and neighbours then we will be really in benefit .....we will get their wishes....their support and their friendship.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This cyber farm makes us realize the beauty of colors....the sunny paradise as well as the chilly snowy winters.....The zest with which we all celebrate each and every festival at farmville is amazing...whether it is Christmas or Valentine day...Halloween or the new year....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They make our day...... :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3hdJgj1fJI/AAAAAAAAATw/rAbyqjMYukg/s1600-h/thumbnailrose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3hdJgj1fJI/AAAAAAAAATw/rAbyqjMYukg/s400/thumbnailrose.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-4386224374917024520?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4386224374917024520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/farmville-cyber-farm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/4386224374917024520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/4386224374917024520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/farmville-cyber-farm.html' title='FARMVILLE-The Cyber Farm...'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3hZJf3bgxI/AAAAAAAAATY/a-9uG7K2qKI/s72-c/farmville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-2126656844503602562</id><published>2010-02-12T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T12:27:32.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WANT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WISH'/><title type='text'>What I want??</title><content type='html'>A small question just comprising three words..."WHAT I WANT ? " yet one of the toughest question which I have faced at every step&amp;nbsp;of my life.....This short question deserves the longest answer ever because there are unending expectations of&amp;nbsp; a human life...... sometimes honest...sometimes nasty....and sometimes innocent ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3W3BvabnjI/AAAAAAAAASw/Cze1E8K6Lrw/s1600-h/4524060260.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3W3BvabnjI/AAAAAAAAASw/Cze1E8K6Lrw/s320/4524060260.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am also at the same end...Since my childhood ... my each day gives birth to a new aspiration of life...&lt;br /&gt;I remember those days when I longed to be a cardiologist.....because those nasty&amp;nbsp; medical weapons and those crystal white coats of the doctors attracted me a lot....and just about a month later i found a new aim budding inside my heart...It was the&amp;nbsp;wish to be a jewellery designer......I was always interested in my mothers accessories...i always made sure that every&amp;nbsp;jewellery&amp;nbsp;she wore matched with her dresses...I always tried to bring new&amp;nbsp;designs for&amp;nbsp;those golden necklaces......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3W5qJc8prI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YG_GuCVjsxU/s1600-h/aspirations_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3W5qJc8prI/AAAAAAAAATQ/YG_GuCVjsxU/s320/aspirations_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apart from all these long term goal....there are many small achievements.....Like....Whenever i see a small hut surrounded by trees on the highway..I want to live in that hut.....Whenever i saw beautifull swans playing in water...I want to be one of them.......Whenever i come across those tiny birds making their nests...i want to be like them so that i can fly high uptowards the clouds....I want to&amp;nbsp;be&amp;nbsp;with each and every little beautiful thing which&amp;nbsp;holds a beautiful place on this earth....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i long to be a white angel with a magic wand so that i can take all the pains of my loved ones and&amp;nbsp;sprinkle all the happiness&amp;nbsp;upon them....&lt;br /&gt;I am the twinkle of my dad's eye&amp;nbsp; and sometimes I want to live that moment again &amp;nbsp;by being the&amp;nbsp;same little newborn child in my dad's arms....I&amp;nbsp;again want to be the&amp;nbsp;adorable&amp;nbsp;little angel of my mother who loved to hold my finger to make me walk....I want to be spend my life with the most adorable person on this earth..who can understand my&amp;nbsp;silence...who can&amp;nbsp;stand besides me at every dark hour of my life....who can be my best friend ever.....with whom i can laugh out loudly without any care of the crowd...i can&amp;nbsp;declare with pride that.."Look..Hez mine" .....I want to be with him at every step of the coming years......&lt;br /&gt;There are nonending uncountable aspirations in my heart and i want to fulfill all of them.....I want to live all these coming&amp;nbsp;years with the memories of the yore ,a smile on my lips and bundle of other budding desires of my life......I WANT IT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3W3aqc9U4I/AAAAAAAAATI/k-hPfIIKVSw/s1600-h/2825578921_47100eeb41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3W3aqc9U4I/AAAAAAAAATI/k-hPfIIKVSw/s320/2825578921_47100eeb41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-2126656844503602562?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2126656844503602562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/2126656844503602562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/2126656844503602562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-i-want.html' title='What I want??'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3W3BvabnjI/AAAAAAAAASw/Cze1E8K6Lrw/s72-c/4524060260.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-314124153429712893</id><published>2010-02-11T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:08:31.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out DAY 660-Amitabh bacchan</title><content type='html'>Title: DAY 660&lt;br/&gt;Link: http://gotaf.socialtwist.com/redirect?l=-823047975382374486511&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-314124153429712893?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/314124153429712893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/check-out-day-660-amitabh-bacchan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/314124153429712893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/314124153429712893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/check-out-day-660-amitabh-bacchan.html' title='Check out DAY 660-Amitabh bacchan'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-3635436285277769141</id><published>2010-02-11T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T11:47:03.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust'/><title type='text'>A PROMISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;What is a promise....Is it assurance or is it a commitment.....a consignment or a sign of loyality???....We always have a large number of definitions to define a word......but do you all think that "PROMISE" is just a word??....... No...not at all......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;If it is just a word then why we all try our level best to fulfill it!!!!!!!!!.....We do it because we always want our loved ones to know that they hold a very special place in our lives....our hearts.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;We tell them that no matter whatever problems&amp;nbsp;they have to face we will definitely be there&amp;nbsp;for them&amp;nbsp;to make their eyes sparkle ...and their hearts smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3P40ClqE-I/AAAAAAAAASY/dFxckRLilSo/s1600-h/promise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3P40ClqE-I/AAAAAAAAASY/dFxckRLilSo/s320/promise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Promise is that ray of&amp;nbsp; sparkling light which rises a new hope in a person life.....a budding trust spreads its leg in his heart......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Just feel that minute&amp;nbsp;of a mother's life when&amp;nbsp;her naughty child promises her that he wont eat uncountable candies or the moment when a father&amp;nbsp;tells his daughter to not to worry over any issue until&amp;nbsp;and unless he is there.... love of a sister when&amp;nbsp;she shares her toys with her brother.....All these unspoken feelings are itself a promise that we will&amp;nbsp; always&amp;nbsp;take care of&amp;nbsp; you .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;It engulfs the most terrific moment of your life when you tell someone that you will meet his expectations.....non ending...non dying expectations....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3Raq1uc79I/AAAAAAAAASo/q3dco6vFPrQ/s1600-h/promise-flower.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3Raq1uc79I/AAAAAAAAASo/q3dco6vFPrQ/s320/promise-flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;....Expectations of&amp;nbsp; parents...expectations of siblings.....hopes of spouse....trust of a lover.....everything is enclosed in that little moment of your life when you promise......something promising....and everlasting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-3635436285277769141?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3635436285277769141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/3635436285277769141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/3635436285277769141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/promise.html' title='A PROMISE'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3P40ClqE-I/AAAAAAAAASY/dFxckRLilSo/s72-c/promise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-5810598276548513002</id><published>2010-02-10T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:09:26.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYSTERIOUS ROSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;R&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S... The most beautiful flower&amp;nbsp;I have ever seen..full of charm....cheer...unspoken yet relevant feelings....It seems like an enchanting beautiful experience&amp;nbsp; for me when i find myself sitting besides those&amp;nbsp;fragnant and pretty rose bushes....Those magical colors of nature&amp;nbsp;splashed on&amp;nbsp;beautiful dewy petals envelops the most fabulous tales inside them.....Tales of&amp;nbsp;undying love...tales of true belief.......tales of trust.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3JjEixsTwI/AAAAAAAAASA/ij_NWvdmuUc/s1600-h/3136791978_dfa46e02c2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3JjEixsTwI/AAAAAAAAASA/ij_NWvdmuUc/s320/3136791978_dfa46e02c2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;These&amp;nbsp;whimsical flowers sometimes denote the unbound respect for someone.....sometimes&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;are symbol of passionate love....sometimes&amp;nbsp;they&amp;nbsp;serves the purity of&amp;nbsp;untouched beauty....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;With an added flavour of youthful desires these tiny&amp;nbsp;magnificent&amp;nbsp;little flowers are one of most adorable gifts desired by the grand gala people ubiquitously......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3J4Mx7ghcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/v4trnBafiYw/s1600-h/rose_red_by_Rippah2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3J4Mx7ghcI/AAAAAAAAASQ/v4trnBafiYw/s400/rose_red_by_Rippah2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Whether it is a&amp;nbsp;rusty red or strawberry pink....brassy yellow or omnifarious orange....Roses are the best gifts ever....Sometimes they smile in a vase and sometimes they laugh in a book......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saved Roses inside a book are the symbol of&amp;nbsp;best&amp;nbsp;prolific memories one can treasure throughout his life.....It is often said that"Remember me like a pressed rose in your personal notebook...It may not be having any fragrance but will remind you of my existence in your life... 'FOREVER'..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.........Those little moments full of cheers....happiness....crazy dreams.......are always more enthusiastic when marked by these little colorful roses full of musical invisible notes......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HaPpY rOsE DaY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-5810598276548513002?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5810598276548513002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/mysterious-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/5810598276548513002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/5810598276548513002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/mysterious-roses.html' title='MYSTERIOUS ROSES'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S3JjEixsTwI/AAAAAAAAASA/ij_NWvdmuUc/s72-c/3136791978_dfa46e02c2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-7881102521199102049</id><published>2010-02-07T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:47:42.269-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>EXPERIENCE DO MATTER........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experience is not what happens to a man; it is what a man does with what happens to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.......Every moment spent by&amp;nbsp;a man&amp;nbsp;lets&amp;nbsp;him gain a new lesson....A&amp;nbsp;child&amp;nbsp;first learns that every morning something&amp;nbsp;minty is applied&amp;nbsp;to his little mouth...he gets irritated and sometime cries.....but after a week or two it becomes his habit...As the time passes he&amp;nbsp;understands all the pros and cons of brushing&amp;nbsp;the teeth daily.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember the time when i wrote my first poetry.....and the way my parents appraised it ,gave me a new confidence to write another one....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always remember that your first&amp;nbsp;walk...your first race...your first exam ..can sometimes shape up your life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Imagine yourself....Can a&amp;nbsp;women forget the first time she delievered a baby&amp;nbsp;??Can a singer forget the first time he sang??No...never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experiences actually mark our personalities in a unusual ways..They generate sensations that you will never forget..They become a template of your future successes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S27UaNXXm0I/AAAAAAAAARo/u6Me_h-yaHk/s1600-h/LasVegas_Downtown_FremontStreetExperience_PM_123_2004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S27UaNXXm0I/AAAAAAAAARo/u6Me_h-yaHk/s320/LasVegas_Downtown_FremontStreetExperience_PM_123_2004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It&amp;nbsp;is that marvellous thing that enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again....It lets you gain confidence,courage and strength and makes you able to say yourself"'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experience is the teacher which helps a lot during the final moments.....Lets take an example....Hav a look on the various cricket teams round the world....You&amp;nbsp; will see new faces...young players.. but at the same time you will also notice experienced players which always act as a great wall of china&amp;nbsp;saving their team from&amp;nbsp;the hard attacks of the competing team.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experience is what we undergo rather than what&amp;nbsp;we did...we cannot create experience....we can only feel it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S27ZkHNuOsI/AAAAAAAAARw/2qEX05ux5FY/s1600-h/iStock_000007651615XSmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S27ZkHNuOsI/AAAAAAAAARw/2qEX05ux5FY/s320/iStock_000007651615XSmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-7881102521199102049?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7881102521199102049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/experience-do-matter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/7881102521199102049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/7881102521199102049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/experience-do-matter.html' title='EXPERIENCE DO MATTER........'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S27UaNXXm0I/AAAAAAAAARo/u6Me_h-yaHk/s72-c/LasVegas_Downtown_FremontStreetExperience_PM_123_2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-6994420681004279852</id><published>2010-02-05T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:13:27.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONEY CANT BUY  EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>It is really a very common topic of discussion ...... no matter whether it is between youths....or the old generation....... though there is a lot of contradiction among there views yet all of them revolve around gaining more and more money.......&lt;br /&gt;In this&amp;nbsp;era of competition and regular topsy turvy nature&amp;nbsp;of job market......people are getting on their nerves....they are blindly running here and there for getting more and more...... Fame...high status...Rocking get togethers....materialistic life..... all is possible with money.....but do you all think that a silent walk on the&amp;nbsp;beach with your beloved..... a dreamy night below the stars.....a playful evening with the little&amp;nbsp;ones can be bought with the help of money??????.........No not at all.......How can you imagine to get such blissful moments of your life when you dont have any time to spare......&lt;br /&gt;Early morning get ups to late night sleeps ....all is spent between&amp;nbsp;those&amp;nbsp;dark office&amp;nbsp;files....those lusty laptops.....those jolting business meets....and Luckily if some free&amp;nbsp;moments are there to spare&amp;nbsp;....they&amp;nbsp;get lost in getting medical aids for painful waistline..tortured backbones...glossy pin powered eye sights....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2vSxqgtvWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fXQYlzzXk9M/s1600-h/busy-season-best-advice-clients.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2vSxqgtvWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fXQYlzzXk9M/s320/busy-season-best-advice-clients.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Life is too short to enjoy every happiness...... When we were the kids.....we were regularly given lessons for hard studies and sparkling results......When we grew bit older we were taught to get more and more knowledge for overall personality development which will help in&amp;nbsp;cracking those&amp;nbsp;mysterious job interviews....When we were about to start a new life with our spouse...our mind is&amp;nbsp;sorrounded by various ways to earn more and more for the family....for the kids...for their better future......&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to run smoothly but between all this chaos and marathon something&amp;nbsp;precious&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;always lost.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2vXHNzazyI/AAAAAAAAARY/Y-JzxvdP6Gg/s1600-h/76483048_Ojn4pS4z_DSC_4056wsmini2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2vXHNzazyI/AAAAAAAAARY/Y-JzxvdP6Gg/s320/76483048_Ojn4pS4z_DSC_4056wsmini2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Those blessed moments when&amp;nbsp;your new born had his first laughter.....That meaningful touch of your loved ones asking you to wake up at the first ray of the sun......Every fun of hot coffee sips with your friends.... is gone somewhere...somewhere far away ...... buried inside those heavy files.............inside the screen of those&amp;nbsp;lusty laptops........inside your aching heart which often hums these lines......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"I want to go back to the times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When getting "high" meant "on swings"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;When "mom" was the only "hero"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When"dads" shoulder were the "highest place" on the earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the worst"enemies" were your "siblings"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the only thing that can hurt were the "wounded knees"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the only things "broken" were your "toys".........."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2vbjkzjJyI/AAAAAAAAARg/I4i6lct78qE/s1600-h/beach_FamilyOnBeach_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2vbjkzjJyI/AAAAAAAAARg/I4i6lct78qE/s320/beach_FamilyOnBeach_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-6994420681004279852?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6994420681004279852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/money-cant-buy-everything.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/6994420681004279852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/6994420681004279852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/money-cant-buy-everything.html' title='MONEY CANT BUY  EVERYTHING'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2vSxqgtvWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fXQYlzzXk9M/s72-c/busy-season-best-advice-clients.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-4697763229513203394</id><published>2010-02-02T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T02:52:52.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOTIONS</title><content type='html'>Sometimes unspoken....sometimes unheard..... These emotions are the most mysterious way of communication..... One can feel the unseen tears of someone and at the same moment one can also misconstrue the sparkling eyes...... &lt;br /&gt;Those tearful deep eyes sometimes denotes unbound happiness and sometimes they make us feel the depth grief... Those cheery laughters .... those raucous smiles both are generated from the core of the heart yet they have a seperate meaning......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2kgEhNGPoI/AAAAAAAAARA/ULz7D2CMXgU/s1600-h/emotions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2kgEhNGPoI/AAAAAAAAARA/ULz7D2CMXgU/s320/emotions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While scrolling throughout the internet you all have come acrossed various animated smileys...... these little ones are always with us to help our friends (who are sitting far away)...... know how we are feeling at that moment.....sometimes we share our happiness with broad smiles.....sometimes with a delicate one......sometimes those tearful smiles show our adorable &amp;nbsp;pain......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;“They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.”....They will always remember those cute tiny animated emotions which told them the unheard feelings of their best pals.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2kjZ9FjxUI/AAAAAAAAARI/1vWx8uDQbvE/s1600-h/Emotions1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2kjZ9FjxUI/AAAAAAAAARI/1vWx8uDQbvE/s320/Emotions1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just try to imagine......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What a Green field feels seeing rainy clouds...What a new born feels looking at its mother just after the birth....What a sister feels when her brother says sorry for his mistake...What a girl feels when her boyfriend holds her hand tight on a pleasent winter night walk...What a father feels when his son hugs him and say... I love you dad....What a friend feels when after a huge fight his friend message him and say I need you.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Friends....words cant define everything&amp;nbsp;its only the feelings that connect us with one other.....Those unseen unheard untold&amp;nbsp;feelings.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-4697763229513203394?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4697763229513203394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/4697763229513203394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/4697763229513203394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/emotions.html' title='EMOTIONS'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2kgEhNGPoI/AAAAAAAAARA/ULz7D2CMXgU/s72-c/emotions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-3429642461723400640</id><published>2010-02-01T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:52:41.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY- OUR GREATEST SUPPORTER</title><content type='html'>We&amp;nbsp;all can feel that very moment when we had just learnt to walk while holding out parents finger.......we can still look through those old times when we had a great fight with our siblings for a small candy or a telivision remote......&amp;nbsp;Just smell those old memories of family get together or a picnic outing......&lt;br /&gt;Recalling all those adorable memoirs........i am moving up on the tides.....i can feel the warmth of that tender hug by my family during my worst times...telling me "dont worry dear...we are with you"...&lt;br /&gt;Those cherished memories are my strength during the tough times...my confidence when i&amp;nbsp;am low&amp;nbsp;...........&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2bxOrl1cVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qEeIfiR3iKc/s1600-h/mpj042278900001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2bxOrl1cVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qEeIfiR3iKc/s320/mpj042278900001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just try to imagine yourselves without your families....you will find yourselves nowhere.....just all alone...crushed and aimless.....It is dismal coming home, when there is nobody to welcome one!It is the hardest moment of your live when there is noone to share your happiness or divide your sorrow.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We all are tied with such a strong and special&amp;nbsp;bond that nobody can break it......we can remain away from our families for some time but we cant never neglect it....Somewhere deep at the core of our heart we pray for the surreal union...No matter where you live, brothers are brothers and sisters are sisters. The bonds that keep family close are the same no matter where you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have our father who always stands with us like a tough wall through which no problems can fly to us.....we have our mother whose warm lap&amp;nbsp;absorbs all the problems of our life.....we have our siblings who are sometimes our best friends and sometimes a perfect guide......The melodious rhymes of our grandparents are always a symbol of our invulnerable life....a life full of love affection and wonders.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A life full of beautiful relations.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-3429642461723400640?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3429642461723400640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-our-greatest-supporter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/3429642461723400640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/3429642461723400640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-our-greatest-supporter.html' title='FAMILY- OUR GREATEST SUPPORTER'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2bxOrl1cVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/qEeIfiR3iKc/s72-c/mpj042278900001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-6836232070391472206</id><published>2010-01-27T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:24:10.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"When it hurts to look back and your scared to look ahead you can look beside you and your best friend will be there." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes.....Friends!!!!!!!! the most beautiful gifts of life.They are the siblings god forgot to gave us.They are the one who stand by us no matter whatever the situation is.They are the persons who tell us that who we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2CR2r6sfBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9KOVMCsCub8/s1600-h/Friends1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2CR2r6sfBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9KOVMCsCub8/s320/Friends1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Friends are the real gems who let us inherit the capability of analyzing an unknown person.....They are the one who let us develop a habit of sharing......trusting and above all the habit of enjoying....enjoying the&amp;nbsp;moments of togetherness....enjoying the moments of happiness.....and the moments of tears too(but after some years)...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We know that memories play a confusing role in our lives.They make us laugh when we remember the time we cried together and they make us weep when we remember the moments we laughed together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A person can never choose his relatives but he can always choose his true&amp;nbsp;friends....he can always find them amidst of crowd........&lt;br /&gt;The relation of friendship is like a white rose(though i know white rose represents peace) which is pure...innocent...secret...&lt;br /&gt;Pure because it is above all the relationships formalities......Innocent because it represents two delicate buds who need each other to grow.....Secret because friends share a secret language that others cant tune into....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2CaNaj4PgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PErLUl3V72Q/s1600-h/WhiteRose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2CaNaj4PgI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PErLUl3V72Q/s320/WhiteRose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They can hear your cry inside with their silent embrace....They can see the fear you keep hidden away...They can feel the pain which you never show....They live within us with a shadow unseen....They flow before us as a newborn stream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2CQ2PZzB2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/8SitwILngfg/s1600-h/meeting-new-friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2CQ2PZzB2I/AAAAAAAAAPI/8SitwILngfg/s400/meeting-new-friends.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dedicated to all my adorable friends.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-6836232070391472206?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6836232070391472206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/6836232070391472206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/6836232070391472206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends.html' title='FRIENDS'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S2CR2r6sfBI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/9KOVMCsCub8/s72-c/Friends1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-4647591475048512375</id><published>2010-01-26T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:52:40.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE ONE</title><content type='html'>Last night i&amp;nbsp;finished reading&amp;nbsp;a novel "2 States" by&amp;nbsp;one of the&amp;nbsp;most witty Indian&amp;nbsp;writer Mr.Chetan Bhagat.The novel was based on a love story of&amp;nbsp;two lovebirds&amp;nbsp;who belonged to different states..different religion...different culture...different family backgrounds yet one country i.e INDIA.They were madly in love with each other.The story revolves around the ups and downs of their love life and dominance of their families in their relationship.They were striving hard to make their parents understand their love.But according to the parents this union of a punjabi lad with a tamilian brahmin was not acceptable .Those social glitches and firm boundaries of egos were too hard to crack.The guys didnt wanted to elope as they wanted their families to share their happiness....but it seemed like an unfulfilled scary&amp;nbsp;dream.. still they were hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They were hopeful for their love....for the trust they shared....and the story goes on ..and at last the true love won every one's heart.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"LOVE IS NOT FINDING SOMEONE TO LIVE WITH.....ITS FINDING SOMEONE YOU CANT LIVE WITHOUT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S16iZ5lXeeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Am6xWl6Kss8/s1600-h/val79a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S16iZ5lXeeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Am6xWl6Kss8/s320/val79a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;But still i am wondering ....i am curious that till how many ages we have to remain divided by these religious customs and egoistic thoughts.That couple was lucky that somehow they managed everything but&amp;nbsp;i dont think that luck shine with every lifeline.....There are so many peoples who are unable to cross the religious and cultural&amp;nbsp;boundaries though they know that these boundaries are made by themselves only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;As per our geographical map,India is extended from Kashmir to Kanyakumari and from Gujrat to Arunachal Pradesh....but for 70% of our denizens ....India is only&amp;nbsp;within the area they live....Though it is known that there are 31 states in&amp;nbsp;India yet 70% of our population believe that India is divided into 31 parts having different cultures and customs.But they just forget that the independence was not achieved by the punjabis alone.....it was not achieved by the marathis alone...it was not gained by tamilians alone...and neither it was only the hard work of only assamese.......It was a unforgettable collaboration of all the INDIANS....It was a joint venture of the whole nation.......They fought for each other...because they loved each other....they realized that no traditional differences will deprive them for being ONE COUNTRY...ONE INDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today on the 61st republic of INDIA ........We should take pledge that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;31 States&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1618 languages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;6400 castes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 religions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;6 ethnic groups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;29 Major festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are 1 country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;BE PROUD TO BE AN INDIAN........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S167Cr7TTjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hGut8Qw9nPA/s1600-h/india_flag_emblem.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S167Cr7TTjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hGut8Qw9nPA/s400/india_flag_emblem.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S167V2SNC9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/umuh1xrb3Lc/s1600-h/the-proud-indian-flag-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="327" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S167V2SNC9I/AAAAAAAAAPA/umuh1xrb3Lc/s400/the-proud-indian-flag-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-4647591475048512375?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4647591475048512375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/4647591475048512375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/4647591475048512375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-one.html' title='WE ARE ONE'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S16iZ5lXeeI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Am6xWl6Kss8/s72-c/val79a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-5093402029397678050</id><published>2010-01-24T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:12:10.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE IS ALWAYS A ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT</title><content type='html'>I still cherish&amp;nbsp;my childhood &amp;nbsp;memories..... my careless behaviour......my irrelevant talks.....my poor handwriting.....n last but not least my reluctance towards academics.I was always happy....no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;I always took my things carelessly...... was always busy wid toys n friends.&lt;br /&gt;My dad always tried to explain me about the importance of time...importance of academics and always tried to make me realize my actual potential..but i never took him seriously ...I always listened to him but as soon as he is out of sight...i was back to mischiefs...&lt;br /&gt;Time was flying like anything but i was the same old little naughty&amp;nbsp;girl ....busy in my own small fairy world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1ymS22i1JI/AAAAAAAAANw/SXWn6a5BfJ8/s1600-h/ctlttlgrlbgsmlbght.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1ymS22i1JI/AAAAAAAAANw/SXWn6a5BfJ8/s320/ctlttlgrlbgsmlbght.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One day when i was in my highschool i was away for a debate competition.It was my first public encounter.One of my friend was participating in that event and i dont know how i got ready to be there as an active participant.I was&amp;nbsp;quite nervous and shy.My eyes were searching for my dad because i knew he is my biggest strength.No matter how mischievous i was..i was always the twinkle of my dad's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I found him sitting on the very front row eagerly waiting for my turn.He was aware of my scary situation.He comforted me by his gestures.Somehow i managed to get through it but i knew it was the worst debate on my part.I was in tears.It seemed to me that i was dumped in the real world from my fairy land.Till now my world was limited to toys...dolls...friends....fairies...wonderlands.I never tried to be a part of the real world.But that day...that moment taught me each and every thing which my dad always wanted me to learn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That one defeat was my life's turning point.Till now i was judged by my parents eyes but when i was not accepted by others i was bit shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every lesson taught by my dad was echoing in my ears..every inspiration given by my mother was rolling infront of my eyes.....n every comment given by the judges and my batchmates was hitting my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1yzpuvlsII/AAAAAAAAAN4/nCvLGPZrp0Q/s1600-h/silence.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1yzpuvlsII/AAAAAAAAAN4/nCvLGPZrp0Q/s320/silence.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My parents were my best companion at that weak moment of mine.I was in their arms feeling down.I personally feel that ..that day was the longest day i had...Time was still it seemed to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But...whatever it was..it was making a way for a new ..confident....brave...sensitive little girl having blessings of her parents.....a girl full of aims and aspirations.....a girl full of new life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That day onwards all the toys were lost....all the fairytales were dumped....I was now a tough girl who was ready to face the competions.....who was determined to win in every circumstances....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My parents were happy...I was happy......and to their surprise just after six long months...they witnessed their little girl holding "the best debater"&amp;nbsp;glistening&amp;nbsp;trophy in her hand on the same ground.My dad was the happiest person at that moment and i was the most charming lady of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I called my parents on the stage and took their wishes...and you know what my dad whispered in my ear.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"THERE IS ALWAYS A ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1y3hL0eWsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eArAYVwyCCw/s1600-h/243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1y3hL0eWsI/AAAAAAAAAOA/eArAYVwyCCw/s320/243.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-5093402029397678050?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5093402029397678050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-always-room-for-improvement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/5093402029397678050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/5093402029397678050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/there-is-always-room-for-improvement.html' title='THERE IS ALWAYS A ROOM FOR IMPROVEMENT'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1ymS22i1JI/AAAAAAAAANw/SXWn6a5BfJ8/s72-c/ctlttlgrlbgsmlbght.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-1316524291467249911</id><published>2010-01-23T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:01:53.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOYS 'N' SMILES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1s9c1sDUvI/AAAAAAAAANo/vsbMUMPWdwo/s1600-h/toysAP1408_468x353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1s9c1sDUvI/AAAAAAAAANo/vsbMUMPWdwo/s320/toysAP1408_468x353.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"GIVE ME SOME SUNSHINE....GIVE ME SOME RAIN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE... I WANNA GROW UP ONCE AGAIN.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These lines are from one of the best Indian movie "3 IDIOTS"..This movie is based on the the young generation of today which is totally entangled between its life..aim...career..aspiration.....excess pressure of the parents' wishes and their expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes it is a bitter truth....Today's generation is completely overburdened by the aspirations and dreams of themselves as well as their parents...they are completely lost between their fast moving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gone are those days&amp;nbsp;when a little&amp;nbsp;girl of 8-9 yrs&amp;nbsp;is holding a doll in her hand busy in making her ready for her marriage ceremony&amp;nbsp;with another toy. Now a girl of same age(8-9yrs) is busy with her books...school debates...online exams....results....She has no time to play with dolls ....to play video games....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every morning they have to get ready for school with a 10 Kg weight on their backs in the&amp;nbsp;form of school bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those muds...those clay models....those beautiful dolls and those amazing toys are all now becoming&amp;nbsp;a part of big shelves of study rooms of the kids...Their bed is enveloped with files..assignments....pens etc.They have to &amp;nbsp;study till late night and have to leave the bed early in the morning so that they can be on time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole naughty childhood is a dream now...those nursery rhymes...those little friends....those broken toys...and those lost pencils are no more a part of this competitive age..........they are all in those dreamy eyes.....and now a part of unfulfilled dreams.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1s9OajXLJI/AAAAAAAAANg/HWen6hVqe9E/s1600-h/cute_little_girl_for_web.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1s9OajXLJI/AAAAAAAAANg/HWen6hVqe9E/s320/cute_little_girl_for_web.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-1316524291467249911?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1316524291467249911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/toys-n-smiles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/1316524291467249911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/1316524291467249911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/toys-n-smiles.html' title='TOYS &apos;N&apos; SMILES'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1s9c1sDUvI/AAAAAAAAANo/vsbMUMPWdwo/s72-c/toysAP1408_468x353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-6243405022410259782</id><published>2010-01-22T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:20:12.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEW DROPS</title><content type='html'>I was bit upset yesterday..was not able to decide which way should i choose..rather it seemed as if &amp;nbsp;there&amp;nbsp;were no ways open for me...i was sitting with an unconscious mind&amp;nbsp;having tears in my eyes...I was unable to carve my own path.I was just like a dry autumn leaf lying on the floor...........Hours were just passing like anything......No dreams..no aims....no tunes...nothing.....Seconds were passing like years......Every charm was lost.....Every Laughter was lost.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1mJ3zVXsvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5yh4afv7dgc/s1600-h/%5Bwallcoo_com%5D_PhotoBook_Horikita_Maki_NS_EYES_No_2_005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1mJ3zVXsvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5yh4afv7dgc/s320/%5Bwallcoo_com%5D_PhotoBook_Horikita_Maki_NS_EYES_No_2_005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There were lots of entwined things ...my life..my career..my dreams...my aspirations...It was really a very tedious task to clear them up....I was lost in all that stuff when i felt something pure...something soothing...I discovered a bright&amp;nbsp;red &amp;nbsp;rose covered by&amp;nbsp;fresh and sanguine dew drops....It was looking so beautiful so pure that i cant describe it in words...It was blooming all alone in the twilight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1mOXGrs1gI/AAAAAAAAANY/qZrrUYbFtiE/s1600-h/rose,beautiful,dew,droplets,flower,magical-22b3753f45d74197b47e2bc55292029a_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1mOXGrs1gI/AAAAAAAAANY/qZrrUYbFtiE/s320/rose,beautiful,dew,droplets,flower,magical-22b3753f45d74197b47e2bc55292029a_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was staring at the rose continuosly.I was finding something different.I was finding my best friend in that rose who was with me that time.It was comforting me ...reflecting a new path to me....It was telling me that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"dear no matter..whether you are alone or with the crowd..your charisma and your charm will always boost your confidence and will always enhance your potential.You can be the centre of attraction by improving your qualities..You need not to worry...Just try to enhance your qualities your knowledge....and you will win at the end...everything will be in your reach...Just move ahead.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I was relieved.I was happy.I was enthusiastic.I was thankful to that beautiful rose.It has given me that&amp;nbsp;message which i was searching inside my soul..A fresh start was waiting for me with her arms streched....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-6243405022410259782?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6243405022410259782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/dew-drops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/6243405022410259782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/6243405022410259782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/dew-drops.html' title='DEW DROPS'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1mJ3zVXsvI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5yh4afv7dgc/s72-c/%5Bwallcoo_com%5D_PhotoBook_Horikita_Maki_NS_EYES_No_2_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-546877685067906356</id><published>2010-01-20T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T04:40:33.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RHYTHM OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>It starts as a blank page, no lines, no words, no notes....nothing...just a crystal white layer....a perfect blend of mysteries and adventures.It only depends on the person whether he colors it brightly or dump it...There&amp;nbsp;are no repeats no second endings...the bargraph of life moves on steadily measuring the passage of life just like dusk and dawns....evrything in a perfect manner...in a perfect rhythm.....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we may come across&amp;nbsp;blenched failures.......sometimes we come across loads of happiness....sometimes we sit on a mire of confusions.....sometimes we just move on and on waiting for the destiny to run on its coarse...... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1b1SAdtGTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2sBDUfYGnwc/s1600-h/234.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1b1SAdtGTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2sBDUfYGnwc/s320/234.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But I am&amp;nbsp;still not clear&amp;nbsp;that why we people do this.....why we sit idle and wait for the destiny to carve out its own path...U people might find it funny but yes its true.....we are the one who can control our deeds....we are the one who can maintain our thoughts wisely...we are the only living creatures who can extract diamonds from the core of the earth and can also reach other planets....Always remember that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Life can throw us problems,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to where it all looks bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet, life can be fantastic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as if a winning streak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1b31n2pzCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8gE1NxRyw40/s1600-h/Abstract-Cool-53823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1b31n2pzCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8gE1NxRyw40/s400/Abstract-Cool-53823.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Never get scared from the ups and downs......until and unless you wont feel the touch of&amp;nbsp;oasis how will you be able to&amp;nbsp;desire for the feel of sea.....The sea of success...the sea of happiness....the sea of love ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;BE TOUGH.BE STRONG.BE YOUR OWN MENTOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YOU WILL WIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1b5r0goElI/AAAAAAAAANE/YWvMsRJQv04/s1600-h/Giant+Triton+Shell,+Australia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1b5r0goElI/AAAAAAAAANE/YWvMsRJQv04/s200/Giant+Triton+Shell,+Australia.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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When i know that again i have to tolerate the scorching heat then why should i waste a single moment of this soothing weather???.....Rather i should make plans to enjoy it at the fullest.....I should celebrate it with my family and friends so that they can also preserve these memories for the rest of the months.....&lt;br /&gt;It will be a blast.................Bonfires..blankets..cards...drinks..hot roasted dinner with a dash of ice creams.....Wont it be great??.....It will be really the most exciting evening i can ever imagine... I gave a&amp;nbsp;phone call&amp;nbsp;to all my friends....i asked my whole family to start preparing for a wonderful evening......I&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;was very happy....i was about to spend a party nite....i wanted to preserve all the memories of those moments....I wanted to tell my family that&amp;nbsp;they are the one who are my most valuable possessions...Without them evrything is incomplete....I wanted my friends to&amp;nbsp;realize that "ENJOY EACH AND EVERY MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE......CUZ IT IS PRECIOUS".........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2267670139499056256-785475921066575227?l=kriti-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/feeds/785475921066575227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/every-moment-is-valuable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/785475921066575227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2267670139499056256/posts/default/785475921066575227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kriti-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/every-moment-is-valuable.html' title='EVERY MOMENT IS VALUABLE'/><author><name>KRITI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02228799345787777942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIrm-tqY4Bk/TusbOuqP8II/AAAAAAAAAZg/FGoLfrlYeno/s220/interview1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2267670139499056256.post-4936047560616973901</id><published>2010-01-18T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:19:43.052-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIfe'/><title type='text'>LiFe -- a gift..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1SGn9EblJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/S-zvlAWFNao/s1600-h/beach2_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428111471854458002" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yLqwtx6Mf5U/S1SGn9EblJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/S-zvlAWFNao/s320/beach2_1024.jpg" style="cursor: hand; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Trapped in a mire of reality,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes dreams are all i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;reality is nothing&lt;br /&gt;but a well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disguised&lt;/span&gt; mirage;&lt;br /&gt;torn between the two,&lt;br /&gt;i fight on and on and on,&lt;br /&gt;everyday with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;own self&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;to keep my sanity and live another day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by a renowned writer these lines are not merely a collection of words ....but these are the rhythm sung by a large no. of people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;evry&lt;/span&gt; day.......these lines are the reflection of every moment of their lives which is filled with regrets...tears....despair....... they treat themselves as a loser...a sinner...... but it is not so........ instead these people do not realize that they are the one who were the most valuable gifts for their parents.....a pearl for their mothers .....who always used to pray for their bright future...a shooting star for their siblings who always know that there is no need to worry when they are there..... When these people are real life hero of so many lives then how can they be loser????? ......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kabhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sochti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Mai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jaun&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wahan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;jahan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hoga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Itni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ruswai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; mere &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jeevan&lt;/span&gt; k &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;andheron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Mera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dhundta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;naya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;savera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Mukkadar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;kya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;likha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;humein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;pata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chalein&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;hain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;dil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;patthar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;karke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Dhundte&lt;/span&gt; hue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;ek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;naya&lt;/span&gt; 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