<?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-5719234562663533545</id><updated>2011-07-30T14:27:59.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nirvana</title><subtitle type='html'>Silent escapades</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>niru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660363831418366597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719234562663533545.post-3055011011315092513</id><published>2009-11-17T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:45:00.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Trap of mediocracy: Justifying the reason for not doing well in a particular field by claiming interest in several fields simultaneously and conveniently overlooking the existence of experts in all those fields. Hiding behind a curtain of jack-of-all-trades. Someone once said - "Dabblers are only good for cocktail parties". Or is it the fear of being classified and categorized into one field? The fear of the requirement - to be contained within a defined role. People inherently do have layers. Layers of self which take prominence at different times. What if someone wished to display those layers simutaneously? Side-by-side, horizontally? At the root of it, its the trap of mediocracry because mediocracy in the current choosen field presupposes mediocracy in others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719234562663533545-3055011011315092513?l=niruputcha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/feeds/3055011011315092513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719234562663533545&amp;postID=3055011011315092513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/3055011011315092513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/3055011011315092513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/2009/11/musings-of-undecided-final-year-student.html' title='Musings'/><author><name>niru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660363831418366597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719234562663533545.post-6940327726545251220</id><published>2009-11-09T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:19:31.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Its always music that inspires the teeny weeny writer in me. This time its 'Latika's Theme' that is running on a loop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Soaring hearts, peaceful minds, clapping hands, silence of satisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Softly flowing stream, cascading through fields of lush green crops, doubts ebbing away, sowing seeds of joy, bubbling with spirit and enthusiasm, without an end at sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Love and tranquility, arms wrapped around in a warm hug, cradling but not questioning, giving but not asking, interspersed with soft kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;baby's laughter, crackling with innocence, blissfully ignorant, large eyes with crystal sheen, pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;dreams, vast infinite sand dunes, wings gliding through hope-filled air, higher and higher, burning passions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;music, contentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719234562663533545-6940327726545251220?l=niruputcha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/feeds/6940327726545251220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719234562663533545&amp;postID=6940327726545251220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/6940327726545251220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/6940327726545251220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/2009/11/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>niru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660363831418366597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719234562663533545.post-1862871145038716350</id><published>2008-08-01T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:41:47.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* feel good state *</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my new room has a fantastic view, overlooking the harbor and is an amazing sight with all the lights on in the night. during the day, the soft sunlight that streams through curtains makes me fall in love with it all over again! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;with good music playing in the background (jashn-e-bahara from jodha akbar) i sat down deciding to sort out my luggage which i collected from storage room just yest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So as i was rummaging through one of the cartons, i stumbled upon my slam book - my 10th and 12th ones. I settled down to re-discover wat people thought of me a few years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The innocence, the happiness, the cheekiness, the attempted maturity, the veracity all bundled up in a few pages penned down with surety. wat is amazing is the effect it has had on me. i seem to be suddenly floating among a few clouds. being aware that it is meant to be a collection of say-nice-things-coz-u-have-to obligation, wat makes it speacial is which face of me each one has encountered, that they recall when they have to be nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;a few laughs, a few awwww s, a few oh my god! s punctuated this brief interlude that even motivated me to blog about! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;cheers to slam books! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719234562663533545-1862871145038716350?l=niruputcha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/feeds/1862871145038716350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719234562663533545&amp;postID=1862871145038716350' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/1862871145038716350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/1862871145038716350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/2008/08/feel-good-state.html' title='* feel good state *'/><author><name>niru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660363831418366597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719234562663533545.post-7432854550993597779</id><published>2008-04-01T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T06:51:07.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st of april</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wWhhZrwwbes/R_I9q2a6WAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Lc7a_7WY83g/s1600-h/pic+37.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184273927429052418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_wWhhZrwwbes/R_I9q2a6WAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Lc7a_7WY83g/s400/pic+37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wWhhZrwwbes/R_I9rma6WBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5Fgfo4Qunw0/s1600-h/pic+36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184273940313954322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wWhhZrwwbes/R_I9rma6WBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/5Fgfo4Qunw0/s400/pic+36.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its a quite evening... im listening to some soul stirring music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 7.51 PM - there is a buzz on gtalk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sriram R&lt;/span&gt;: there is somethin imp i need to talk to u abt .. IIE stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;niru&lt;/span&gt;: ahhn.. wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; : Raj Sir called... n he was lik basically pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: huh? y now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: itseems some seniors called him n said - the election for the top 3 was not fair.. they said quorum of more than 60% of iie members werent present to hold elections - so apparently - they r calling for re- elections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: wth! if they were so interested, y dint they turn up for the elections in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: tht n all i dunno ... one more thing... raj was also specifically mad at u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: me? for wat joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: somethin abt u telling bhanu maam abt esplande performance ... he was angry n said he is going to get the show cancelled... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;niru's thought bubble: huh.. wat is this guy talkin abt... enlightenment dawns... ah april 1st! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trring trrinng... &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;aparna&lt;/span&gt; calls:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;: oi - is sriram bugging u abt some elections n esplanade thingie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: yes yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;: he asked me to call u n tell that raj sir just called in the afternoon n was mad... u know wat ... v ll play a return prank on sriram!! do this... psst..psstt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i get bak to the conv with sriram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: this is not done! i dint expect this from raj sir... i mean how can he just cancell the show for tht??! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: i dunno man... but u shudn have told bhanu abt it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: hey.. i was telling her abt tht - in a conversation kinda way... how was i to know i wasnt allowed to say it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s:&lt;/span&gt; i dunno how u r going to handle this.. u just became president ...n this... quite a popper i must say....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: oh i know.. i am going to call raj sir right now n find out wat he was talking abt...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: oh! DONT do tht! dont flare up... listen to me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: oh no.. i have to call now - n clear up things... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: plz dont... i just got raped by him.. he will trash u royally as well... so i am warning u..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: oh but i cant sleep tonight without clearing this up... brb..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: wait wait.. i just called him.. he said he is in concert.. asked u to talk to him tomm... so dont call him n piss him off further... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n:&lt;/span&gt; he attended ur call... i can call him as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: no... im telling u... dont... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: just gimme a minute... ill talk n get bak to u...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;niru n aparan side conv: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: muhahaha... he so fell for it... he is pleading me not to call! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;: its one thing to fool someone from scratch, but quite an art to fool someone who is trying to fool u :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;: ha ha... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;: im instigating him here as well.. telling him to stop u b4 u actually call raj sir!! ha ha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess ill tell him to call of the prank now.. so v can show who is playin the prank!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bak to conv with sriram: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s:&lt;/span&gt; ok niru... u r innocent... u just got fooled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;n:&lt;/span&gt; ok sriram... u r even more innocent... u got fooled in the process of fooling! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy fools day!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;: huh? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sriram consults with aparna.. n realises he was backstabbed... n goes ... bitches.. both of u!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha ha!! :D&lt;/div&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/5719234562663533545-7432854550993597779?l=niruputcha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/feeds/7432854550993597779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719234562663533545&amp;postID=7432854550993597779' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/7432854550993597779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/7432854550993597779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/2008/04/1st-of-april.html' title='1st of april'/><author><name>niru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660363831418366597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_wWhhZrwwbes/R_I9q2a6WAI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Lc7a_7WY83g/s72-c/pic+37.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719234562663533545.post-1073142934196881452</id><published>2008-03-05T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T06:28:54.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ma</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;yoon toh main batla nahin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;par andhere se darta hoon mein ma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yoon toh main dikhlata nahin,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tere parva karta hoon main ma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tujhe sab hain pata hain na ma....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tujhe sab hain pata.... meri ma!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics of this song from taare zameen par is so touching, i crumble into tears when i hear the song. the words are simple and the potrayal is sincere and together they make an amazing combo.&lt;br /&gt;this is to prasoon joshi for splendour he brought out of simplicity and to shankar ehsan loy for yet another fantastic composition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719234562663533545-1073142934196881452?l=niruputcha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/feeds/1073142934196881452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719234562663533545&amp;postID=1073142934196881452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i think the most interesting thing in the world is the human pyschology. how differently each person thinks....  the days pass by and each incident shakes u up n throws u into an abyss, an immeasurably deep chasm of thoughts. periodic plunges into such depths can awaken your mind and give fresh perspective on life and its value. i look back and think of the many tiny incidents that make me smile :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when waves come crashing onto the shore, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when a leaf twirls in the early morning breeze, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when a kid smiles from behind her mothers knees, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when your favourite song is running on the radio station you accidentally tuned into, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you smell the rain on sand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you watch a singer lost in the music of her voice, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you swing so high that it seems like you will never come back to the ground, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you touch your mothers hands after a gap of 4 months, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you wake up with a smile on your face, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you feel you are blessed with the best of friends, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you feel the excitement of surprising someone, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you sit back and enjoy an evening with a movie and soft lights, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you walk out of an exam sure of 97% of your answers, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the person you have a secret crush on compliments you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the sweet bliss of calmness washes over you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719234562663533545-3574684476905707286?l=niruputcha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/feeds/3574684476905707286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719234562663533545&amp;postID=3574684476905707286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;the song that we wrote and composed music for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this mornin,&lt;br /&gt;thinking of something i had to do.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but i always try,&lt;br /&gt;to satisfy ppl everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oo girl that is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun rises rises in the mornin,&lt;br /&gt;sets in the evening,&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta go to school, its so cool,&lt;br /&gt;but i have to study,&lt;br /&gt;well its my duty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oo girl that is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our parents, our teachers,&lt;br /&gt;they love us, they teach us,&lt;br /&gt;but they dont like us screaming&lt;br /&gt;while they are preaching,&lt;br /&gt;but just listen to us -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oo adults that is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo oo girl that is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719234562663533545.post-2090305566585677588</id><published>2008-02-10T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T23:47:15.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a dream... a song to sing....</title><content type='html'>hola!&lt;br /&gt;i keep going thro these sudden phases where i remb oh i have a blog! lol... so this is the outcome of one such.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of shashi ma'am - my english teacher for class 6 n 7. n well - i shud say one of the ppl who have had a profound influence on me. her crisp cotton sarees and her "how to make tea" in passive voice... r things ill never forget. the 7th syd annual day drama or was it 8th! woops i dun remb that she organised and the song that i sang - i have a dream... a song to sing... by abba... i remb to this day! she encouraged us to think, write, read and do things differently... she spoke to us abt voodoo and black magic and about backpacking trips. classes were absolute fun! n the 7th farewell party was an offspring of her idea!&lt;br /&gt;i think of how important a teacher's influence on a student is - for the love or hatred of the subject and i realise my liking for books was also partly due to her allowing us to convert one english class a week into library periods. she sure was a breath of fresh air in the school - with fresh ideas and perspectives... n well - as expected - was faced with quite a bit of opposition. i have enjoyed classes with u and i have fond memories... n hope that some day i have the opportunity to meet u again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ma'am this is to u - to the difference u have caused in my life! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sing....'/><author><name>niru</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14660363831418366597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719234562663533545.post-6976678039897734700</id><published>2007-09-17T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:58:24.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rumination...</title><content type='html'>this is week 6.&lt;br /&gt;mid sem break in lik 4 days! i cant believ it....&lt;br /&gt;how the hell did all these days run away??&lt;br /&gt;im lik drowing in work now... sooo much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well inbetween all that - manged to catch up on a movie last night - called premonition. v interesting movie. sandra bullock has amazin eyes! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. well.. yeah this eve... i was thinking abt friends...&lt;br /&gt;it sooo interesting.. really!&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately since this is a public blog.. i cant write everythin i want to... but well.. a filtered version is good as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.. i was thinking of all my friends frm i can remb... tht is my 3rd std... since when i joined DAV... n i was thinkin how unadultrtaed n simple friendship was then... i believ it just gets more complicated as u grow older.&lt;br /&gt;u dont need reasons to be friends.. unlike now... u r not judged for wat ur worth then.. unlike now... u r not seen as an investment of opportunities/not... unlike now....&lt;br /&gt;there is so much tht a person evolves thro in life... in terms of friendship... in terms of understandin different kinds of ppl... its really quite easy to classify ppl i beleieve. n i have sooo many classifications of them!&lt;br /&gt;there r ppl - with whom u r worried u may lose contact... n u try really hard to stay in touch.. though u get only luke-warm response frm them... but well.. u stop after a while n consider if its worth it... n then u realise.. this is wat u r made of... of the choices one makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. i cud go on abt this... but ill stop for now!!&lt;br /&gt;so long... till next time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719234562663533545-6976678039897734700?l=niruputcha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/feeds/6976678039897734700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719234562663533545&amp;postID=6976678039897734700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/6976678039897734700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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posts!!! so i thought ill make it a lil more fuller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st week of classes just got over!! my modules r pretty tough. but finally lik FINALLY im getting to do the things i lik! the subjects i lik i mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loadsa stuff happening here... v guys went out for dinner last night - this place called ivory - briillliant place. aesthetically appealing decor, n tasty food!&lt;br /&gt;after tht v went for rush hour 3. gosh! chris tucker is funny! n he can bloddy talk so fast! anyway... so tht was a nice eve.&lt;br /&gt;ohh on sat night.. v ppl went to this place on sentosa - called cafe del mar or somethin not sure of name. but yeah... just a chill out place. they have cots n comfortable cusions n a pool n stuff... n its all free! beat tht! :P&lt;br /&gt;saturday was freshies night as well... they put up a pretty good show i must say!&lt;br /&gt;the first half was really good! second half was damn borin! end of it... awesum food though! panner, naan, pulav n all... oh good food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well weekend over - n still im not out of the mood! :)&lt;br /&gt;soon it ll b friday n another weekend... ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so long then!&lt;br /&gt;i gtg n catch up on some movie!&lt;br /&gt;tada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719234562663533545-4553703544379650313?l=niruputcha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/feeds/4553703544379650313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719234562663533545&amp;postID=4553703544379650313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/4553703544379650313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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-&lt;br /&gt;~there r mobs of ppl everywhere, u know actual grp.. things tht u never see in spore.. where they call more than 5 a huge grp!!&lt;br /&gt;~ppl can roam the roads as they wish!!! cut across as n when they want..&lt;br /&gt;~they actually litter the place on this day... i mean... can u believe it... dirty singapore??? i mean.. thts lik as rare as a blue moon!! :D&lt;br /&gt;lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically i got to c all this today..&lt;br /&gt;n ofcourse there is the good part...&lt;br /&gt;seeing the patriotism of ppl all clad in red n white clothes (their flag colours); holding i love singapore goodies...&lt;br /&gt;there were fireworks tht were going on.. n it was breath-taking!!&lt;br /&gt;the national day tradionally includes a national day parade n then the fireworks. now since the tickets in the stadium r too freakin costly.. ppl lik me.. try n catch the glimpse of it frm a nearby bridge or frm top of a building...[superman style! ;) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;till then..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tada!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5719234562663533545-7758297401469879780?l=niruputcha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://niruputcha.blogspot.com/feeds/7758297401469879780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5719234562663533545&amp;postID=7758297401469879780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/7758297401469879780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5719234562663533545/posts/default/7758297401469879780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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