<?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-1852002330782762299</id><updated>2011-12-25T22:56:05.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Is Just Me!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-6256488024126587206</id><published>2011-12-24T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:49:05.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Theater!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pxleyes.com/images/contests/masks/fullsize/Faces-of-Bali-4e1364a6792a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 426px;" src="http://www.pxleyes.com/images/contests/masks/fullsize/Faces-of-Bali-4e1364a6792a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every phase of life, we play a character…&lt;br /&gt;Every milestone we achieve, we reach a new pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;From being a baby- child- teenager- minor to major…..&lt;br /&gt;We play new roles in new situations with new people…&lt;br /&gt;We may have enjoyed every little phase until we are under the guidance of our loved ones..&lt;br /&gt;All characters known, dialogues delivered without fear of being misunderstood…..&lt;br /&gt;All within the warm shell and cocoon that we would have been brought up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…. There also comes one phase when the mother bird leaves her baby birds in the nest and let them spread their wings on their own and fly!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Though she knows that they wont be able to fly on their own in their first attempt… at the back of her mind… she prays and knows for sure that after a few failed attempts…. Her babies will fly and fly high!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a similar situation in life, a phase when u are assumed to have grown up and take care of your own responsibilities …. Not just yours but a complete family’s!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing is told, understood or agreed upon…&lt;br /&gt;Characters are new and unknown…. Dialogues not known….&lt;br /&gt;Neither are you familiar with the situations that you get into…&lt;br /&gt;A whole new role and character needs to be played and its not just one role you play… &lt;br /&gt;It is almost like a single individual playing the role of many characters…&lt;br /&gt;And guess what you are not exempted from any of the mentioned roles…. &lt;br /&gt;One has to do justice to each and every role….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a Theater" definitely; with drama, emotions, excitement and agony!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But I would say… “Life is a Teacher” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with this!!!&lt;br /&gt;That is Just Me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-6256488024126587206?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/6256488024126587206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-theatre.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/6256488024126587206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/6256488024126587206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-theatre.html' title='Life is a Theater!!!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-7457533044754479810</id><published>2011-08-29T03:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T03:59:32.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind &lt;&lt; !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22V-zZ2Debk/Tgzjbu3jUYI/AAAAAAAAALU/L1jAO_tbI20/s1600/get+your+feet+wet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 849px; height: 565px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22V-zZ2Debk/Tgzjbu3jUYI/AAAAAAAAALU/L1jAO_tbI20/s1600/get+your+feet+wet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the season for the unpredictable rain sets in….&lt;br /&gt;Just as I see the colorful umbrellas coming out….&lt;br /&gt;Just as I see fewer people on the streets; and more so with the missing faces of the people, by and large taken over by the retro style umbrellas. &lt;br /&gt;Polka dots, bright colors, more motifs while some stick to the traditional Black colored umbrellas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen many people crib about the rains.. &lt;br /&gt;But obviously because its ‘Dirty, Filthy, Annoying’ and what not….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I return home riding two wheeler, in the heavy rains; enjoying the splash of the water hitting hard on my face. The streets bare an isolated look, no soul is seen enjoying the rains…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am still on the roads; my mind hit the Rewind button &lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I was on the streets and would wait for it to rain so the street gets clogged and I run along with my friends so that we can jump in the slush and actually get drenched in the rains….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when we used to play with the paper boats and build stories around them…&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when we never thought that getting drenched in the rain was tacky..&lt;br /&gt;As I recall…. All my friends would come running out of their houses just as it would begin to rain and we would deny to go back home even after a lot of persuasion from our respective parents…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days… Now I only see parents scaring their children about all possible diseases they may get prone to due to the rains….&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days when children were children…. When they used to be spontaneous… when they had no inhibitions…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really miss all those moments…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re living every moment!&lt;br /&gt;That is Just Me!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-7457533044754479810?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/7457533044754479810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/08/rewind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/7457533044754479810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/7457533044754479810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/08/rewind.html' title='Rewind &lt;&lt; !'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-22V-zZ2Debk/Tgzjbu3jUYI/AAAAAAAAALU/L1jAO_tbI20/s72-c/get+your+feet+wet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-1597106930979705649</id><published>2011-07-27T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T05:06:50.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass is not always greener on the other side!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5337327840_03750fd147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5337327840_03750fd147.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/i22DvoyuCOc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/i22DvoyuCOc/0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been coming across a lot of people who carry an “Air” about themselves &lt;br /&gt;This struck a string of thoughts in my mind…..&lt;br /&gt;It almost feels as though they live in a completely different planet altogether…&lt;br /&gt;So ignorant and indifferent to things happening around…&lt;br /&gt;As though the entire world is built around them.&lt;br /&gt;They call it “Hot” just when the Air conditioner is running on a moderate temperature, whilst they forget that there are people who strive hard all day in the hot sun just to earn a meal.&lt;br /&gt;They crib about the Traffic, sitting in their cars pretty much in their comforts and ignore the person knocking on their window trying to peek into their car begging for alms. &lt;br /&gt;Just as they hold a senior position in a company, they begin to think that they hold the most important position in the world…… &lt;br /&gt;I really begin to wonder how narrow their thinking must be to actually begin to believe that they are “The important” people in the world….&lt;br /&gt;How can people be so distant with reality…&lt;br /&gt;If one is the MD/ ED/ VP or what so ever in a company, it is just the designation given to you by the company; now that position does not entitle you to rule the world or even be under the impression that you hold the same importance to the world as you step out of the company.&lt;br /&gt;Their world revolves around their luxury cars, business class tickets and Business Hotels…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand we have the “Real world” where even today people toil and struggle to manage to get one meal for the day. Don’t know where to run when it rains; don’t understand what the temperature is like while they are dripping in sweat……..&lt;br /&gt;There is absolutely no synergy between the two classes, neither do either of them want to understand what the latter is all about….&lt;br /&gt;Each one lives in their own world and in their own comfort zones, forget that there exists another world where things are not that simple and easy….&lt;br /&gt;Where if one has a chauffer driven car, the other is walking their way to work; where one has variety of cuisines to choose from while the other manages with a morsel…….&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where the world is leading to………..&lt;br /&gt;People need to really realize that we are minuscule’s and less than significant in this universe which is next to infinite…………..&lt;br /&gt;We are here to play our roles… &lt;br /&gt;Let us stick to that and live in harmony with our fellow companions…..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Loads of Philosophy??&lt;br /&gt;That is Just Me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-1597106930979705649?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/1597106930979705649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/07/grass-is-not-always-greener-on-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/1597106930979705649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/1597106930979705649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/07/grass-is-not-always-greener-on-other.html' title='Grass is not always greener on the other side!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5337327840_03750fd147_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-2241231882038099893</id><published>2011-05-27T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T03:49:16.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a year now!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bestrelationshiptips.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/male-engagement-rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 448px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.bestrelationshiptips.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/male-engagement-rings.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of an ordinary girl and an extra- ordinary boy,&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of a girl next door… who is Simple, Straight forward and Frivolous!!&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of a guy who is extremely good looking, open minded and ambitious…….&lt;br /&gt;The way they met was just ordinary……….&lt;br /&gt;(A table placed between two chairs, the guy and the girl not missing any opportunity to take a look at each other, making sure no one catches them doing so)&lt;br /&gt;And one evening….. The extraordinary happened……&lt;br /&gt;A lot had happened over a cup of coffee. (Oops over a peach iced tea)&lt;br /&gt;The ordinary girl and the extra ordinary guy found their life partners in each other (just in 30 minutes- Record time) …………&lt;br /&gt;And they began to walk on the path of an unforgettable fabulous story of Life….&lt;br /&gt;Called Engagement.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey had just begun....&lt;br /&gt;They had just begun to discover each others interests....&lt;br /&gt;They had just started their journey together.... &lt;br /&gt;Not even a mile crossed and a year has passed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are engaged to be married..... Yes....&lt;br /&gt;But yet they have a long long way to go.... Indeed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, Cute??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Just Me!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-2241231882038099893?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/2241231882038099893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-year-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/2241231882038099893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/2241231882038099893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-year-now.html' title='It&apos;s been a year now!!!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-5508188987147052186</id><published>2011-02-24T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T03:30:47.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/apprehensive-arti-chauhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 443px;" src="http://fineartamerica.com/images-medium/apprehensive-arti-chauhan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is an institution they say!&lt;br /&gt;May be because, one experiences and learns a lot from this institution.&lt;br /&gt;The situation is like this……&lt;br /&gt;A kid, who is grown up enough to get admitted in a school and its parents, trying hard to get admissions in the best school in town.&lt;br /&gt;The parents have finalized which school they want their kid to study in…. they see a bright future for the kid in that school…..&lt;br /&gt;The future may be colorful and beautiful, but what about the present?&lt;br /&gt;They route taken to make sure the kid had a bright future, is not at all fair….&lt;br /&gt;The parents need to arrange for “Donation” as they call it, and Donation is a lump sum amount which the parents cannot even afford.&lt;br /&gt;Back up plan- admission without donations…..&lt;br /&gt;But the end result of this may not be as colorful as the previous one.&lt;br /&gt;So they decide to go with plan one.&lt;br /&gt;Back to “The institution”&lt;br /&gt;The journey of getting till the institution itself looks so complicated and hassled, that one loses all courage and motivation to be a part of the institution.&lt;br /&gt;The learning of this journey itself has been so immense, wonder what the learning’s would be IN the institution.&lt;br /&gt;Though the end result may essentially be fruitful, the route somehow does not sound appealing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting to be a part of this institution, so that this learning looks much smaller.&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a sun beaming future ……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you with a thought!!!&lt;br /&gt;That is Just Me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-5508188987147052186?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/5508188987147052186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wonder-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/5508188987147052186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/5508188987147052186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wonder-why.html' title='I Wonder Why?'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-5337871739781500975</id><published>2011-01-01T03:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T03:08:32.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk down the memory lane!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs46/i/2009/202/5/3/friends_forever_rhomani_by_missredhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 571px;" src="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs46/i/2009/202/5/3/friends_forever_rhomani_by_missredhair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once a time when I used to be little, go to school and look around to make some nice friends. At this point one does not really judge the other person. You just need some company to share your lunch, most importantly because the other person’s lunch box looks much more interesting than yours!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so just randomly you sit next to a classmate of yours and have lunch for one day. And then gradually in the course of time you know whom to share your lunch with for the rest of years in the school because you certainly make some good friends out there!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was so much better then. You don’t really have to care about what the other person thinks about you!! The parameters on which you decide to be “say” or “to” (these are terminologies we used when we were in pre kg class) with anyone were too less. You just want your friend to share their lunch and then give you company to play or accompany you for school trips!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now this is how exactly I met my best friends 10 long years back!! Yes it all started with a school trip! I dint have company and these 3 people who were on my list, whom I asked to join me for the trip (out of which two agreed to join me) have walked with me for the last 10 years and we still are together like a bundle of sticks tied together!!!! (touchwood!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm it’s a long way we have traversed!! Those days were so different!! We would be frivolous about everything in our life!!! Not care a damn about anything and just enjoy life like it’s the last day of our life!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here we are today 10 years down the line; a point exactly what we used to talk about in school about where we see each other 10 years down the line!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes we all are successful today.. each one of us chosen our paths and believe me all extremely different sectors, one is an engineer, one a hotelier, an entrepreneur and another in the media field!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has really changed!!! The kind of talks that we have, have completely changed!!! Our lives have changed ……………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all now at the threshold of another new beginning wherein we all become an integral part of someone else’s family!!! We all now talk about marriage and life before and after marriage!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it feels like we have overgrown and skipped a decade.. its next to impossible to believe that we are now grown up and grown up enough to take responsibility of a whole new family altogether!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could run back in time!!!&lt;br /&gt;That is just me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-5337871739781500975?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/5337871739781500975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/01/walk-down-memory-lane.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/5337871739781500975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/5337871739781500975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2011/01/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A Walk down the memory lane!!!!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-3002902397493513270</id><published>2010-12-17T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T03:27:56.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the eyes converse!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfVSCHhBIHI/R1m4mw4gTyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ydTDKw4vCis/s320/RF244067~Couple-Holding-Hands-Posters-761521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfVSCHhBIHI/R1m4mw4gTyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ydTDKw4vCis/s320/RF244067~Couple-Holding-Hands-Posters-761521.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a brand new feeling every single time!&lt;br /&gt;And I fail to understand how and why?&lt;br /&gt;The person is the same, the relationship is the same, but somehow…..&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is just brand new every single time.&lt;br /&gt;The apprehensiveness remains…. So do the butterflies in my stomach!&lt;br /&gt;But yet I feel new and different every time I meet him…&lt;br /&gt;Yes the number of times we have met are handful..&lt;br /&gt;But every time we are scheduled to meet….. We feel that many manifolds closer to each other.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a brand new feeling and It feels like I am a brand new person…..&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things that i discover and so many things that unfold for every visit that i make.&lt;br /&gt;The wait that feels eternally long…&lt;br /&gt;And the little time that we spend with each other just flies by the wink of an eye!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know the validity for this feeling..&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whether this feeling will remain….&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if this feeling is mutual!!!&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I really know… I am loving this feeling!!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it gets really difficult to hide those emotions …..&lt;br /&gt;When we meet- Its about how much we missed each other and how happy we are to see each other.&lt;br /&gt;When its time to leave- Our eyes just scream out loud about how much we are going to miss each other, till we get to meet the next time……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm … Its time to stop now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overflowing emotions?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Just Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-3002902397493513270?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/3002902397493513270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-eyes-converse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3002902397493513270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3002902397493513270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-eyes-converse.html' title='When the eyes converse!!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gfVSCHhBIHI/R1m4mw4gTyI/AAAAAAAAADc/ydTDKw4vCis/s72-c/RF244067~Couple-Holding-Hands-Posters-761521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-3716486292605443637</id><published>2010-10-15T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:18:12.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phases/ Faces of life!</title><content type='html'>Often heard people say, childhood / schooling is the best Phase of their life…..&lt;br /&gt;Often heard people say, ‘I Hate working, school and college life was much better’.&lt;br /&gt;Well I was just giving it a thought, since I too am experiencing the same,&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to figure out what could possibly be the reason for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so much more better in school because we have all the liberty to do what ever we want. We are free to take an off without giving a reason, play around, not do the homework, keep playing all day with the reason of co- curricular activities.&lt;br /&gt;One takes that risk because at the end of the day there’s not much to lose!&lt;br /&gt;At the most your teacher would scold you, punish you, ask you to kneel down in front of the class. And if you’re the sportive kind, you would kneel down with a smile and wink at the first benchers, with an expression saying, ‘look I am the cool one being punished’.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand if you are the serious kind then you would kneel down with a frown and your expression would be ‘Damn! This is embarrassing’.&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, you have your set of friends in school who are by your side to cheer u up! And you can still be yourself, you are free to express yourself, cry, shout, show excitement, jump when you win a competition, give a hi five to your best friend for every small achievement of yours. This is the phase where we can be ourselves and be at our natural best.&lt;br /&gt;College is the next phase, this is when one gets the feeling that he/she is a grown up and suddenly there is a gush in the air that gives you the feeling that you are now Independent and you have all the freedom in the world. But don’t you forget this is when you get the biggest one liner which haunts you all your life. ‘This is the turning point of your life’, this is when you feel like the whole worlds responsibilities have fallen on your shoulders! And yes to some extent you start believing in it and start taking everything seriously. This is when all your focus is on your career. You are loaded with assignments; you hardly have the time for any co-curricular activities. And even if you do manage to get some time off for your interests, you later complain that you 24 hrs in a day are not enough to complete all the work assigned. But then even here you still have the liberty of not doing your assignment or delaying it by a week or two, because you know that all you will be losing is a few marks in your assessment. So as the years pass by as you are closer to your graduation, assignments take a back seat and all the pending get togethers, parties become your priority; as you realize ‘ these are the last few days of college, we will never get these days back’. Worst case scenario, you will be suspended for all the pending assignments and other undisciplined behavior! Even then that’s not all that bad, cause you will be back in college in a few weeks!( believe me this is something you will be proud of for life) This is the phase when you can still manage to be yourself   with all your friends around. Because you know that all of you will stay united and stand by each other. &lt;br /&gt;And then comes the phase which you would be waiting for all through out your school and college life. The job profile that you always wanted to be in; a position that you always looked up to and dreamt about. You feel elated on the first day of your job! You say to yourself ‘Yes! This is what I always wanted to do’ but as the days go by, a few months and the 9-10 hrs of work feel longer than the 36 hrs of work you used to put in during your college days. Suddenly those assignments feel like a blessing! You would’nt mind doing the whole classes assignments, but you would just hate to even look at a single mail in your mailbox. &lt;br /&gt;And as this blog becomes longer, draggy, and boring; as the smile on your face is fading off as you read on, the smile on your face would completely fade off in your office.&lt;br /&gt;Rather you are expected to keep a straight face all day long no matter what. Flash a fake smile every time you see any of your colleagues and don’t you forget about the colgate smile you need to give your boss every morning no matter how much you dislike/hate him. And then slowly you start forgetting what you ever wanted in your life, because suddenly everything around you is so fake, you can barely differentiate between the genuine and the fake ones! And hey you need to also organize/schedule the number of days you can fall sick. An extra leave and your pocket gets lighter which is now inversely proportional to the anxiety and tension that you go through. Wondering about the punishment if you go wrong? No suspension this time. You get a big fat mail from your boss marked to every person in your team, the mail would further unfold with the most diplomatic words, ripping you off left right and center. Now is when you miss all your friends, this is no more like college where you stand in a group in front of your prof. and give them lame excuses, which he will later be forced to believe because you leave them with no other option. But it doesn’t work the same way here. The next time around you manage to go wrong, you will find a nice sealed envelope on your desk from your company, showing you the way out!&lt;br /&gt;Yes after all those fake faces you made, after all those fake compliments you gave to your colleagues. This is how you will be welcomed in the ‘Corporate world’.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually this Phase is where you need to learn the art of being able to frame the right ‘Face’ in the right situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny? Analytic!! &lt;br /&gt;Which ever from the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Just Me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-3716486292605443637?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/3716486292605443637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/10/phases-faces-of-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3716486292605443637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3716486292605443637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/10/phases-faces-of-life.html' title='Phases/ Faces of life!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-3926323824959959019</id><published>2010-08-08T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:30:43.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Malgudi Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/TF5rGNgCGjI/AAAAAAAAAs4/aQ-xxkfA5og/s1600/blogpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/TF5rGNgCGjI/AAAAAAAAAs4/aQ-xxkfA5og/s320/blogpic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502953549140728370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where every morning is pleasant,&lt;br /&gt;Where every breeze is refreshing, &lt;br /&gt;Where every lane has been traversed and leads to nostalgia,&lt;br /&gt;Where one wakes up to the rhythmic chirps of the birds……&lt;br /&gt;Where everything seems perfect…..&lt;br /&gt;This is the city where I first opened my eyes….&lt;br /&gt;Where I took my first step, holding my parents hands…..&lt;br /&gt;Where I uttered my first word…..&lt;br /&gt;Where I did my schooling and made my first set of friends….&lt;br /&gt;Where I went for my first movie….&lt;br /&gt;Where I first hung out with my friends….&lt;br /&gt;Where I saw my transition from an adolescent to an adult…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was my first ever night out…. Or first overnight party….&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was a long trip from school or a long vacation with my friends…&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was about visiting new places or exploring newer hang outs in the city….&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was studying in the best college of the city or finding a job for myself….&lt;br /&gt;This is the very place where I ve done it all… &lt;br /&gt;From walking on my toes to standing independent on my legs….&lt;br /&gt;From studying new subjects to trying out new fields …..&lt;br /&gt;From ogling at guys to finding the perfect guy for life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say there is a first time for everything…..&lt;br /&gt;Well then this is the very city where I experienced all my first times….&lt;br /&gt;I may have turned into a fanatic about this city… but don’t blame me for that..&lt;br /&gt;Its all thanks to what I have got unconditionally from this city….&lt;br /&gt;Will never ever be able to forget these years of my life….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for everyone who has been a part of my life in this city and made my stay here the most memorable for life….&lt;br /&gt;Love u all loads…&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgic !!!&lt;br /&gt;That is Just Me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-3926323824959959019?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/3926323824959959019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/08/malgudi-days.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3926323824959959019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3926323824959959019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/08/malgudi-days.html' title='The Malgudi Days!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/TF5rGNgCGjI/AAAAAAAAAs4/aQ-xxkfA5og/s72-c/blogpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-3567802717161222565</id><published>2010-06-09T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:03:55.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Lost Chapters</title><content type='html'>Often heard that life is like a book and all the people we meet are its chapters….&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its hard to believe how the ‘Butterfly Effect’ can be so true in all walks of our life…&lt;br /&gt;Jus one change in the chapter and the whole story changes….&lt;br /&gt;Even worse is when some important people shape your life and mould you into what you are, and one fine day you need to leave them and move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;You remain absolutely helpless….&lt;br /&gt;And from there on.. you need to take on different paths and shape your life ‘Your way’…&lt;br /&gt;Life has its cruel ways sometimes…&lt;br /&gt;And leaves you wondering, as to how something so cruel can happen!&lt;br /&gt;But you know, this is ‘LIFE’ and many intellectuals in the world have still not succeeded in deciphering the big term called ‘LIFE’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I do hope the big term called ‘LIFE’ does have something good in store for all of us….&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it unfolds its pages and writes something nice at least for a few chapters……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy and hopeful&lt;br /&gt;That is Just Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-3567802717161222565?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/3567802717161222565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-lost-chapters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3567802717161222565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3567802717161222565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/06/few-lost-chapters.html' title='A Few Lost Chapters'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-5479649674722991599</id><published>2010-05-04T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:22:45.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://andthismakesaheartbeat.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/princess_and_the_frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 707px;" src="http://andthismakesaheartbeat.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/princess_and_the_frog.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may still be the same person; you may still be leading the same life with the same people around you….. With almost the same lifestyle as well……..&lt;br /&gt;But it is astonishing how your whole world goes round, by just one new entrant. That one person who makes you complete, who defines you and adds a whole new meaning to your life………… &lt;br /&gt;It feels like you have shed your old skin and gotten into a brand new one…!!! The feeling of having this one person around you makes you feel so important and wanted in life……&lt;br /&gt;For those who have grown up watching Yash raj movies or one of those fairy tales; this may not really sound like something new!&lt;br /&gt;In no time the whole reel of films come alive when you get this feeling of being associated with that one special person in your life…… &lt;br /&gt;It is the same old story of a princess waiting for her prince charming coming on a white horse and take her away from the big bad world and give her all the love and care she deserves for life…….. But the feeling is still new, when you personally go thru this…. It may all sound cliché but the experience is still new!&lt;br /&gt;“Someone somewhere is made for you”………….&lt;br /&gt;At some point we all may have laughed at the above statement and said how ridiculous it sounds……. but we forget that we all are a part of a bigger game and the almighty is looking over all of us and has made certain plans for each and every one of us!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its absolutely amazing how decisions for life can be made in just half an hour… its amazing how u can find that perfect partner in just a matter of half an hour and its even more amazing how the couple unravel all their experiences and find comfort in each others company in absolutely no time!!!&lt;br /&gt;This one is for that one and only special person in my life!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Living in a fairy land!!&lt;br /&gt;That is just Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-5479649674722991599?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/5479649674722991599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-avatar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/5479649674722991599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/5479649674722991599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-avatar.html' title='New avatar'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-7065152412666184382</id><published>2010-02-28T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:51:07.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Castle (part I)</title><content type='html'>Every one dreams and everyone has a dream am sure. Some live on the dream and some make their dreams come true. But the real story begins, when u actually get there.&lt;br /&gt;We may have dreamt about a million things and said a million things about our dreams, but how do we judge the real world on the other side of the dream? Very valid question indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Once u “think” u have achieved your dream……. (wait a minute, u really did?)&lt;br /&gt;And then U begin to think again……. &lt;br /&gt;Is this really what I wanted? Is this really my dream? Well if it is… then why is it so ugly?, why is it just not like how I expected it to be?&lt;br /&gt;This !!! is the reality check….. welcome to the real cruel world. There is no place for any dreams here. Infact you are not allowed to dream……..&lt;br /&gt;It is an ugly truth yes…. But this is the reality… there is just a barren land beyond this dream.  Every move pinches you and forces you to think….. “Is this exactly what you wanted?”&lt;br /&gt;Its time you realise… you have just been living in your dream castle… step out of it....&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the real world……… the world to which u don wanna belong to………&lt;br /&gt;I am still a dreamer though!….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-7065152412666184382?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/7065152412666184382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream-castle-part-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/7065152412666184382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/7065152412666184382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream-castle-part-i.html' title='Dream Castle (part I)'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-2265288916799661695</id><published>2010-02-28T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:49:02.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Castle (part II)</title><content type='html'>Many dreams I have seen, many I have lived on, many more I thought would be a reality……………..&lt;br /&gt;But time and tide have changed the course of my life…………….&lt;br /&gt;There was this beautiful dream I had, where everything was just as nice as I ever wanted it to be…..&lt;br /&gt;I had everthing that I ever wanted, everything that keeps one happy and satisfied…..&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot it was a dream… and accepted it to be the reality……..&lt;br /&gt;But life has its harsh ways to splash water over your face and eventually your dream.&lt;br /&gt;I thought my dream was so strong and had such a great foundation that no one could ever moveit…&lt;br /&gt;This is when I realized that my dream castle was afterall made of sand!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dismayed I was……. But surely sand castles don’t last for too long……..&lt;br /&gt;Just one strong tide…. And its all gone……………..&lt;br /&gt;Stop building sand catles, I have been telling my self…….&lt;br /&gt;I still fail miserably each and everyday……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where ever life takes me hereforth………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just Me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-2265288916799661695?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/2265288916799661695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream-castle-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/2265288916799661695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/2265288916799661695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/02/dream-castle-part-ii.html' title='Dream Castle (part II)'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-1360909715014959617</id><published>2010-01-21T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T09:32:06.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes its worth it!</title><content type='html'>You get this life just once in a lifetime they say,&lt;br /&gt;You get the opportunity to do all that you want just once in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;“Go catch your dream and live your life” many may have said…..&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not very often that people realize what exactly is their dream….&lt;br /&gt;For some it may take a lifetime, while for the lucky few it may just take few years.&lt;br /&gt;And once you do realize……. There is no more looking back!&lt;br /&gt;You dream big and try to achieve it……&lt;br /&gt;Many opportunities may have been lost….&lt;br /&gt;But your passion drives you towards it………..&lt;br /&gt;Often you may be disappointed and eventually give up…….&lt;br /&gt;But my friend you fail to understand that when you have come so far…&lt;br /&gt;Crossed so many milestones…..&lt;br /&gt;It was just that one milestone which could have changed your life!!&lt;br /&gt;So never give up and work towards your dream…..&lt;br /&gt;Cause you may never know… good news may be just around the corner…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day you do make it …. an enchanting voice will whisper from within&lt;br /&gt;“You have done it!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;That day you will pursue happiness…&lt;br /&gt;If you never believed in tears of joy… &lt;br /&gt;You will experience it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And if you are lucky enough….. you will have the icing on the cake as well….&lt;br /&gt;You may have these set of people in your life…….&lt;br /&gt;Who would have been there all the while…..&lt;br /&gt;Almost inconspicuous… but would have been giving you the strength throughout…&lt;br /&gt;They become your support system and the transition is almost involuntary and unobserved..&lt;br /&gt;And just when you have got your dream…. You can see your reflection in them….&lt;br /&gt;“Happiness when shared multiplies” I was always told…. &lt;br /&gt;When you do have your inner circle you will realize how true the above statement is….&lt;br /&gt;It’s the sparkle in their eyes which adds to your joy and makes you believe in yourself….&lt;br /&gt;That is the day when you will see only happy faces around you.. and for a change all genuine ones and pursue happiness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for my inner circle! Thanks a ton!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in your dream and pursue happiness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go getter!&lt;br /&gt;That is just me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-1360909715014959617?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/1360909715014959617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-its-worth-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/1360909715014959617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/1360909715014959617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-its-worth-it.html' title='Sometimes its worth it!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-5384111096928111291</id><published>2009-12-09T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:02:01.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walks of life..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/Sx_X0JYHZ8I/AAAAAAAAARA/v4jFodz4sJo/s1600-h/Memories_of_the_past_by_WiciaQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/Sx_X0JYHZ8I/AAAAAAAAARA/v4jFodz4sJo/s320/Memories_of_the_past_by_WiciaQ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413282567992862658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the journey of life…………… &lt;br /&gt;We meet some people, and sure we do……&lt;br /&gt;Some just walk by, while a few choose to stay……&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where it all begins…………&lt;br /&gt;They come, teach you how to smile…..&lt;br /&gt;How to laugh, how to live life….&lt;br /&gt;How to feel good for every small little thing….&lt;br /&gt;Coerce you to express yourself…..&lt;br /&gt;Make promise and assure to stay……….&lt;br /&gt;In no time, you have some of the greatest times of your life with them…..&lt;br /&gt;And just when its time… and you begin to feel happy and secure…..&lt;br /&gt;They bid a big goodbye to you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then you begin to wonder if this journey brought you back&lt;br /&gt; to the same point where you ever started…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a viscous cycle…..&lt;br /&gt;People come and go…..&lt;br /&gt;But just remember, no one is here to stay….&lt;br /&gt;So all you can do is……. Just live the moment…&lt;br /&gt;Gather all the memories… so they last for a lifetime…&lt;br /&gt;Coz you know that memories are the only things which will remain etched…&lt;br /&gt;And never leave you even if you want them to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-5384111096928111291?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/5384111096928111291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/12/walks-of-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/5384111096928111291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/5384111096928111291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/12/walks-of-life.html' title='Walks of life..........'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/Sx_X0JYHZ8I/AAAAAAAAARA/v4jFodz4sJo/s72-c/Memories_of_the_past_by_WiciaQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-3965115978934008074</id><published>2009-11-28T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:02:10.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaad aayenge yeh pal!</title><content type='html'>One fine day, all of us will get busy with our lives, long working hours, no more classes, no more lectures to bunk, no time for friends and sms, wont have time for ourselves, at such a day, I will look out of my window and see the good old memories flash by with a smile and a tear in my eyes . I’ll then turn back to my work thinking I wish I could go back and re live these memories…………………&lt;br /&gt;This is to all my friends who have helped me create such memories….. thank you for being such important part of my life! And sharing a few years of your lives with me……………….&lt;br /&gt;That is just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-3965115978934008074?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/3965115978934008074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/yaad-aayenge-yeh-pal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3965115978934008074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3965115978934008074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/yaad-aayenge-yeh-pal.html' title='Yaad aayenge yeh pal!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-3920958659745144581</id><published>2009-11-28T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:01:01.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever cared to notice the beautiful sky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SxEtBN_DqlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2DBZ1NqMSB8/s1600/True+beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SxEtBN_DqlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2DBZ1NqMSB8/s320/True+beauty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409154126405937746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SxEtA8-nl0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/nr2G4mRAW2A/s1600/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SxEtA8-nl0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/nr2G4mRAW2A/s320/DSC00268.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409154121840695106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how many of us really have the time in our busy lives to actually sit back and observe the sky and the nature…. I have always admired the nature be it in any form….. the closest to me is the twilight ……. I remain awe struck at the beauty of nature…. No paint in the palette can ever get those shades right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening when I was talking a walk on my terrace, I clicked these pictures. ….  I fall short of words to describe the beauty of this scene. It is amazing to see how the nature can manage to get such an excellent blend of colours and make the sky look so beautiful.  The orange and blue colors blend in with ease and explain how such contrasting colors can get along effortlessly………. It is a lesson to learn&lt;br /&gt;As an artist I have always wanted to be able to reconstruct these images. And I remain unsuccessful till date in this task. These images are very close to my heart and the day I am able to recreate them it would certainly be the biggest achievement………………….&lt;br /&gt;Perceptive?!&lt;br /&gt;That is just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-3920958659745144581?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/3920958659745144581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/ever-cared-to-notice-beautiful-sky.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3920958659745144581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3920958659745144581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/ever-cared-to-notice-beautiful-sky.html' title='Ever cared to notice the beautiful sky?'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SxEtBN_DqlI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/2DBZ1NqMSB8/s72-c/True+beauty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-9156922154744733069</id><published>2009-11-28T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T05:55:19.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relation called friendship</title><content type='html'>On the shore of life&lt;br /&gt;True friends are like waves&lt;br /&gt;They do come with an intention &lt;br /&gt;Of never to go….&lt;br /&gt;But sad its not always so…..&lt;br /&gt;Love is what they seem to show,&lt;br /&gt;They touch you in such a special way…&lt;br /&gt;That in your heart they always stay.&lt;br /&gt;They always help and thoughts they share…..&lt;br /&gt;Even when they are not around…..&lt;br /&gt;A feeling of closeness is always there….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-9156922154744733069?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/9156922154744733069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/relation-called-friendship.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/9156922154744733069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/9156922154744733069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/relation-called-friendship.html' title='Relation called friendship'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-8513575776173943650</id><published>2009-11-28T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T04:37:10.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue...........</title><content type='html'>No no no I am not talking about the latest Hindi movie! Don worry.. ah what a disastrous movie,  such an insult to the colour blue…………&lt;br /&gt;Well those of you who know me, will surely have a smile on their face because they know what I am going to be talking about……. Yes it’s the color blue………..&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me, including me fail to understand the reason why I love this colour so much! It is almost involuntary that I started liking this color…… I kinda have this blue screen in my cones, which involuntarily make me look at that color. You put me in a store and I will pick up only the blues, no wonder how flashy the other colors are….. (florescent colors included)&lt;br /&gt;Blue to me is soothing, it is the color of the sky and the biggest stress buster to me….. I feel so much more lighter and close to nature because of this color!&lt;br /&gt;Some achievements on this front:&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you will not believe this, but I was actually certified as “The Blue Freak” of my class in second puc………….. believe me, it was not easy to get this achievement, after all I was competing with so many more people in my class, as blue is the most commonly liked color by majority of people.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this I have an Email id: blue_fav…………………..&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable huh?&lt;br /&gt;That is just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-8513575776173943650?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/8513575776173943650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/blue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/8513575776173943650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/8513575776173943650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/blue.html' title='Blue...........'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-7056707244728316347</id><published>2009-11-26T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:32:01.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How insignificant</title><content type='html'>I am a leader, I am an achiever, I am going to be famous one day, I am a celebrity…….. the list may go on………. Though the word “I” is very small, people seem to give maximum importance to the same word “I”…&lt;br /&gt;I mean we can never stop thinking about ourselves… somehow the whole world seems to revolve around us… the only thing we care about throughout our life is the “I factor”. &lt;br /&gt;Each one of us have an attitude about ourselves and about life and this attitude is what describes the person we are. There are many people in this world who think they have achieved a lot, there are people who think they set benchmarks for the rest of the world and there are people who think they are the most powerful in this world……&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time I was one among them………………. &lt;br /&gt;But one day my friend came up to me and told me about this simple fact, which shook my base….. this fact got me rooted.  So here it goes…..  we  know how big our solar system is. Our solar system belongs to milky way galaxy and there are millions of such galaxies in the universe. Sun is just one star around which nine planets (now discovered 3 more) i.e twelve planets revolve. And sun is just one star belonging to the milky way galaxy and there are millions and millions of such stars in this universe…… this should give an idea about how large and massive this universe is and how insignificant sun is as a star in the universe, then how insignificant would be the earth as a planet and how insignificant would we be as humans on this planet!! We are merely nothing. We are much more insignificant than ants and mites…. &lt;br /&gt;Keeping this in mind….. I begin to wonder, how people build their own universe around them and how they begin to think so much about themselves……&lt;br /&gt;Afterall we are so damn insignificant!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;P.S:  Thank u so much dear friend. Had you not told me this fact my life would have been terribly different!&lt;br /&gt;Too intellectual?!&lt;br /&gt;That is just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-7056707244728316347?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/7056707244728316347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-insignificant.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/7056707244728316347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/7056707244728316347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-insignificant.html' title='How insignificant'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-948306625955714229</id><published>2009-11-26T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:30:51.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Effect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cspaworkshop.org/joomla/images/stories/edward%20cullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 357px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.cspaworkshop.org/joomla/images/stories/edward%20cullen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, I used to read a lot of fairy tales and fictitious stories. From then I have been of the idea that angels are good people with wings and they are always around to take care of you. And demons are bad people or creatures who like killing people and so on. I almost developed phobia to negative characters like demons and ‘Vampires’. Until one day, when my friend came up to me and told me about this novel called ‘Twilight’ and she gave me the basic story line……&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm this was interesting, a love story of a normal girl and a VAMPIRE!!! It caught my immediate attention……. But I am just not the kind who would patiently wait to read the whole novel! So I took the easy way out, I watched the movie. &lt;br /&gt;I agree that I may have missed out on many important parts, which were in the book but not in the movie, but since I dint know the details of the book, I enjoyed the movie………&lt;br /&gt;It is needless to explain the storyline. What is interesting is the fact that a normal girl falls in love with a Vampire. Now this is a very interesting point.  I mean aren’t vampires supposed to live on human blood? Well well but this does not seem to be the scene in the movie. Infact the vampire is so handsome and harmless that every girl would want him as their boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;What I love the most is that the vampires eyes change colour according to his moods. The way his eyes shine when he looks into her eyes with love! Oh it is just adorable! He is the perfect guy, he is protective about her, he takes care of her, he loves her and the most important fact is that though he is the most tempted by her scent of blood, he is the one who is trying his best to save her from the others. I think this is the best way to portray love. I mean it would be the last thing a vampire would do, to resist himself from blood, which tempts him the most!&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen has become the talk of the town and I am not at all surprised why!&lt;br /&gt;For all the girls he is their dream….. and I am one of them!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wonder how stereotypes can be broken and have such a great impact on the audiences! So here goes cheers to Stephanie Meyer, who has done a commendable job of it.&lt;br /&gt;Living in a fantasy land?!&lt;br /&gt;That is just me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-948306625955714229?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/948306625955714229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-effect.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/948306625955714229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/948306625955714229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/twilight-effect.html' title='The Twilight Effect!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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-1852002330782762299.post-1336075795709576255</id><published>2009-11-23T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:46:39.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just adorable!</title><content type='html'>I am sure everyone would surely have a smile on their face!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xGuKI3mHzE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5xGuKI3mHzE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-1336075795709576255?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/1336075795709576255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-just-adorable.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/1336075795709576255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/1336075795709576255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-just-adorable.html' title='This is just adorable!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-3486397276213524163</id><published>2009-11-23T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:42:15.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somethings remain unspoken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SwqCdd9CjzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3ERKEg1bWow/s1600/DSC00209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SwqCdd9CjzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3ERKEg1bWow/s320/DSC00209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407277745380167474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people know the way to make each day worthwhile…&lt;br /&gt;They seem to catch the sunshine and then wear it in their smile, &lt;br /&gt;they really take interest in the little things you do..&lt;br /&gt;You know they ll share your problems and will always see you through, &lt;br /&gt;they give with generosity that never seems to end....&lt;br /&gt;They know the precious secret of jus being a companion and a good friend...&lt;br /&gt;She has been there with me ever since she was born…&lt;br /&gt;And I have got the privilege to wake up every morning by looking at her pretty face..&lt;br /&gt;She may not be able to connect with me, as much as my friends….&lt;br /&gt;And if we are not on the same page,  its only because our age!&lt;br /&gt;She fights with me and I throw tantrums on her….&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, we both smile at our childish ways…&lt;br /&gt;She makes my bed at times and so do I but all of this goes without saying why!&lt;br /&gt;She is my cute little angel and I would never be able to do without her…&lt;br /&gt;as she is the one who can lift my spirits and keep my emotions at  bay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too emotional?!!!&lt;br /&gt;:) That is just me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-3486397276213524163?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/3486397276213524163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/somethings-remain-unspoken.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3486397276213524163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/3486397276213524163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/somethings-remain-unspoken.html' title='Somethings remain unspoken!'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SwqCdd9CjzI/AAAAAAAAAQI/3ERKEg1bWow/s72-c/DSC00209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-8417819068908968023</id><published>2009-11-23T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:33:10.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made for each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SwqAEBiS_DI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rESvm2xkm5o/s1600/clip_image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SwqAEBiS_DI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rESvm2xkm5o/s320/clip_image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407275109231819826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together they are the perfect couple….&lt;br /&gt;And its amazing to see a relationship which is so supple…&lt;br /&gt;Through the odds of life they have always been battling…&lt;br /&gt;But towards each other they have always been caring…&lt;br /&gt;Their lives have been like an open book…&lt;br /&gt;In which none of the lines have been overlooked…&lt;br /&gt; All these years with each other, have indubitably flown away like a bubble..&lt;br /&gt;And I am sure they will have many more without any trouble…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is'nt that adorable?!!&lt;br /&gt;Well!!!! That is just me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-8417819068908968023?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/8417819068908968023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/made-for-each-other.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/8417819068908968023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/8417819068908968023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/made-for-each-other.html' title='Made for each other'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/SwqAEBiS_DI/AAAAAAAAAQA/rESvm2xkm5o/s72-c/clip_image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852002330782762299.post-1190776181133739810</id><published>2009-11-17T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:47:58.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/Swl-8TD6MdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/A3Bb8difgvc/s1600/4211_86074166636_613886636_2320128_893782_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/Swl-8TD6MdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/A3Bb8difgvc/s320/4211_86074166636_613886636_2320128_893782_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406992402008912338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all talk a lot about changing the society and trying to be a “part of the change” in the society. This was the first opportunity I ever got to make a difference and not only be a part of the change, but to be the change. I have always adored children and I believe that significant amount of change can be made if a child is moulded in their early stages.&lt;br /&gt;It was just like a dream come true. Like i just woke up to a bright sunny morning, with the sun smiling and embracing me with a warm hug. this was my opportunity to make a difference. I was at Dream A Dream an NGO who provide soft skills training to the under priviledged children. I joined them as a volunteer and helped them out with the annual summer camp!&lt;br /&gt;I was eager to meet the children. I was alloted the children of class 7. They were a bunch of naughty and noisy students. But i could see the excitement in their eyes too. They were jumping with joy and they loved the whole concept of 'Summer camp'. &lt;br /&gt;Every day was blissful to me. All the children would be waiting eagerly every morning and welcome me everyday with a huge smile and say “Good Morning Akka”, which means good morning elder sister. Just that expression would be more than enough to get me going for the rest of the day. It was among these bunch of kids that i noticed this small cute guy 'Kiran'. He was just too cute to be ignored. Kiran was THE BRAT of the school. There was not one day when he did not get punished by the principal. But i just couldnt stop myself from going and giving him a  hug! He was the guy who would bring a smile on my face no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;In no time i had got really close to him, though he was not in my class. And i am happy to say that the feeling was mutual! He would make it a point to come to me every single day. Sometimes he would actually go out of his way and buy flowers for me and wish me "good morning"&lt;br /&gt;At one point there was a time when he would not listen to anyone but me! I felt so important and touched........&lt;br /&gt;Untill one day, when the "D" day arrived.... it was my last day at the school. I took too long to realise that, but then i saw Kiran, he came running to me and asked me to click this picture of his... the shine in his eyes was worth a million dollars... Suddenly all my class students surrounded me and posed for a group photograph, immediately after that i see him clinging onto me... he screamed out in rage and said he wanted a picture only with me.... he actually pushed away all the other people around!!! I couldnt believe wat just happened! He was possessive about me....&lt;br /&gt;It was time to leave the school and leave him.... my heart sunk.. the thought that i would not be coming back to school the next day hit me really hard.... and there he was right in front of me.. the guy i would miss the most....&lt;br /&gt;He came running to me with a pen in his hand and asked me to give my autograph and mobile number...... I obliged....He bade me farewell with a warm hug and a smile...&lt;br /&gt;That day as i stepped out of the school, i realised i had made a difference... if not massive, atleast a small amount of difference......&lt;br /&gt;Now that is just me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1852002330782762299-1190776181133739810?l=thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/1190776181133739810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/contemplating.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/1190776181133739810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1852002330782762299/posts/default/1190776181133739810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatisjustme-shruti.blogspot.com/2009/11/contemplating.html' title='Summer of 2009'/><author><name>shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01835256011558991634</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GnzzDhoOOQ8/Swl-8TD6MdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/A3Bb8difgvc/s72-c/4211_86074166636_613886636_2320128_893782_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
