<?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-8084893</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:25:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OhSoSloth!</title><subtitle type='html'>Um im kinda like one of those Sine curves...shitty mood one minute and going hip hurray in the next..also dreadfully bored with life and hoping some miracle might happen!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-115277139014540116</id><published>2006-07-12T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:27:11.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>i ve tried and tried and tried, but i cant seem to make myself write about serious stuff...i mean yeah when someone takes up the topic of what an oh-holy-to-god culturally sensitive city , Bangalore is or when someone talks about how relationships need to be open, there come my arguments fast and furious (yeah yeah anup, laugh all you want!) ...but i just cant seem to pen them down...or rather i get bored with the topic too fast (as with everything else in my life :)!) and just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im gonna write a line each for things that are happening around me so that i can get it out of me:&lt;br /&gt;(1)Bombay blasts - Its a beautiful beautiful place and its a pity that some doggone assholes keep targetting that city to drop bombs on and they should be castrated at sight!&lt;br /&gt;(2)Bangalore being a cosmopoilitan city - Balls to people who even dare say that...this city needs some decent people to begin with who dont run around destroying things and threatening people cause they speak in english instead of kannada!&lt;br /&gt;(3)FIFA - I love Germany and it was a shame that France and Italy had to be in the finale...it wasnt even as interesting as Germany vs Portugal.Im just waiting for the English Premier League and I am currently trying to choose between Manchester United(cmon Cristiano is in that team!But if he moves to Real Madrid, then they get my support!!) and Chelsea(cause Anup likes this team and he's always right ;)!)&lt;br /&gt;(4)Sitcoms - Sex and the city is my latest addiction and I have all 7 seasons of it and its weirdly realistic...of course tending toward that kind of depression bomber effect that Cosmopolitan has on me :)&lt;br /&gt;(5)Open relationships - This is a doggone idea...this is for purely the dumb people!I will not elaborate further on this..as I have wasted enuf time yelling at people who believe in this.&lt;br /&gt;(6)Zidane- Materazzi spat - I totally think what Zidane did was right and if Materazzi behaves like a scum he's the one who ought to be penalised and not Zidane especially since he's quit professional football on such a depressing note!And I think this was the same referee who was considered controversial cause he sent Rooney off for pushing Cristiano(much as I love this guy!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-115277139014540116?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/115277139014540116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=115277139014540116' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/115277139014540116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/115277139014540116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2006/07/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-115044718865953687</id><published>2006-06-16T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T01:39:49.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh baby, I love that feeling</title><content type='html'>So so...i decided its time to go to the gym...two purposes, i was becoming a fat aunty getting fatter because of the scrumptious lunch at work..and i for the first time in my life, became conscious that I was putting on weight!for all those who dont know me...i just keep gobbling food and dont gain an inch!Second was , I was getting bored with the routine of going to work and some evening jaunts,i mean cmon there must be something more to life than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went ballistic with the shopping for gym outfit...pretty pink trainers,tracks and what not...landed at the gym and they were like...so ma'm are you here for gaining weight?i gave them a flabbergasted look and said No!!!I m trying to keep slim here(that was very screechy)!So they took me to the treadmill and said hop on...hopped on obediently and then she started clicking some buttons and the thing started to move...and here i was pattering trying to run at some 1.6 speed!!!I tickle myself to death i say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways after few such funny instances I have become quite the hit at the gym...the trainers love me cause i do all sorts of weight training with dumb bells and muscular tricep , bicep deals...and Im feeling so much younger!!!and I love going there...its like a family and u feel great once you ve done ur workout!For all those of you who have not experienced this oh so awesome feeling, I suggest head to your nearest gym ...and no, dont compromise on the expense part..the more expensive , the more exclusive your gym becomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and Im quite the champ at TT these days ..must be the workouts that make me swish back and forth :) !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-115044718865953687?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/115044718865953687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=115044718865953687' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/115044718865953687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/115044718865953687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2006/06/oooh-baby-i-love-that-feeling.html' title='Oooh baby, I love that feeling'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-114853822003935952</id><published>2006-05-24T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:42:45.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On American Idol</title><content type='html'>Phew, I had written a long long blog on this one and the damn connection timed out!Well anyway, here we go again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ve been watching American Idol religiously for seasons now...and for the sole reason that I firmly believe talent and stars emerge from this show...the umpteen rounds of elimination culls out the creme de la creme.This time round though, it has turned out to be an awful finale...the two finalists are simply put, mediocre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin with Taylor Hicks...I love the way he unabashedly dances with two left feet , manages to create a riot on stage and the crowd loves him for his enthusiasm..hey, this is not a talent hunt for clowns buddy!He's got an oh-so passable voice...and sounds an awful lot like Michael Bolton..now how many of you want to see a Michael Bolton reincarnated?!!He's great at showmanship and if he wore a bikini, he would really make a ton of money at the local pub!!Judges seem to like him though....its true that Paula and Randy have the same thing to say to any contestant and frankly I dont think anyone cares a damn about their opinions(why pay for two when you get the same comments from either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katherine McPhee...the other finalist, the girl with the beautiful strong voice...did i forget to mention this was two months back?Now she's just into doe-eyed looks and a helluva lot of acting.This girl lacks the modesty which we all liked when she opened her mouth and belted out those powerful numbers a long time back...she's affected and more into how she portrays herself to the audience than actual voice....her choice of songs for the finale was awful and then again , the finale itself was a massive letdown.Fans wave out placards reading 'Have you got McPheever?'.....unless I was a 16 yr old boy with pimples and getting those occassional hormonal surges, sorry, I really do not want McPheever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I buy a CD by Taylor Hicks?NO!!Would I but a CD by Kat, yeah sure , why not...people seem to buy even trash like Britney's CDs!!The judges havent been fair this time round(though i love Simon), the votes have been tilted and overall , I really do not see either of them as huge stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend just called in to say, Taylor won...all i can say is,best of luck buddy!At least Simon's comments made the show worth a watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-114853822003935952?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/114853822003935952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=114853822003935952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/114853822003935952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/114853822003935952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-american-idol.html' title='On American Idol'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-113645212560188487</id><published>2006-01-05T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T01:08:45.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WooooHoo</title><content type='html'>That was a really long slumber!Decided to write in a post cause its a brand new year, a brand new job and im in a darn happy mood :)!Im starting off with our New Year bash....which was a mixed bag of funny,enjoyable and oh no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major natak went into where we were gonna shake a leg for New Years thanks to the terrorist attacks...and our first plan bombed out(definitely not literally!)..so we landed at The Park....and oh la, the whole world was there....we landed in a gang of 20 people by the pool...bonded away.didnt dance too much, just too engrossed in getting drunk!and who should land up in that sad state...but our very own Nudgee!the man who NEVER gets sloshed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K boy and the i threw the boy into my car so i could deposit him in his house....he was anyways asleep/knocked out and I had to drive...in also a highly giddy state!eventually got my brand new car scratched on a tree stump!(damn why wasnt it a tree!)...got myself home..had a massive hangover for two days....put myself into shape for the new job a day later...went all spruced up (except for the bleary eyes) and oh la...its an MNC buddies, people here dont come in at 9!!anyways right now enjoying myself in my new place, being treated like a princess...thats a far far cry from my previous job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, wish me luck this year...cause I definitely plan to kick ass at my job and at partying!&lt;div 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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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-113255625014750547</id><published>2005-11-20T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:57:30.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When cows become vehicles</title><content type='html'>Thought:Why does a crow ride on a cow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)Cause it enjoys the slow mo speed of 1 km/hr.&lt;br /&gt;(2)Crow is a she and has donned on a lot of make up for a party at the crows colony.Wants a rather unruffled free ride to the party.&lt;br /&gt;(3)Crows eaten a heavy meal of 3 rats...burp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn random...readers, dont mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-113255625014750547?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-112123902837565318</id><published>2005-07-13T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:17:08.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Height of laziness</title><content type='html'>Setting :&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5 am on a cold wintry morning in pilani.Tightly curled into a ball and sleeping blissfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly i hear commotion and a pair of hands roughly trying to wake me up...i think its a dream and continue smiling in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooom-mate:Vandana wake up wake up, get up&lt;br /&gt;Me:Divya, its 5 am...go away(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snuggle in deeper into the razai&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Room-mate:Vandana u really need to get up&lt;br /&gt;Me:Look i love my sleep so go away&lt;br /&gt;Room-mate:Dude cant u feel anything?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Ummm...at 5 am?NO.&lt;br /&gt;Room-mate:Vandana, its an earthquake...the warden wants us to get down and stand on the ground outside the hostel&lt;br /&gt;Me:Hmmm interesting, earthquake and all...my first earthquake(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I smile beatifically at the thought&lt;/span&gt;)...good good, u go down i will join u in sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Room-mate gives up on me and goes away running to save her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yawwwwwwwnnnnn, stretch stretch...boy, its too comfortable man...ok let me just go back to sleep..hope the earthquake wont bring my hostel down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut my eyes and went back to sleep....5.7 Richter happened in that earthquake and im still alive :)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8084893.post-112123843634661413</id><published>2005-07-12T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T00:07:16.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hisssssss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;When&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: A year back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:At my college in Pilani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Setting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; : A terribly warm night in my hostel which overlooks the open desert...at one point of time we used to think that this scenery was damn good, until this episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:Bored to death as my friends had gone to Delhi for the weekend and I was stuck with 52 degrees of heat and sand due to some pending assignment...so i was reading a book all curled up on my bed and waiting for some kind of tornado or one of those frequent earthquakes that used to happen at college.A long lost friend of mine calls and says 'Hey dinner tonight?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmmm, i suppose so(in that voice i use during weekends)&lt;br /&gt;Friend:Will be there in 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we meet up and go for dinner , feel fat and content and he comes back to drop me back at the hostel.I walk in through the hostel gates and i spot crowd(some were gossiping and some were running about..i think hmm, thats normal for girls..so walk on to my room)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hysterical Girl(HG):Dude we just spotted a snake!&lt;br /&gt;Me:Ho hum, okie...does it look nice?&lt;br /&gt;HG:Vandana,that bloody snake is outside ur room!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Slowly showing some interest)&lt;/span&gt;....really,wow man, im gonna be a star tomo&lt;br /&gt;HG:Arrrrgh, i give up...anyways come come lets go see&lt;br /&gt;Me:Yeah why not , why not...at least some entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So i slowly trudge along to my room..and spot a mini crowd of around 20 girls outside my room and the warden and two huge bhishma pithama type guards with huge huge sticks..'hmmm now this is more interesting' .I go upto the warden to identify myself as the inmate of the blessed room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Hi m'am...this is my room..any problem?&lt;br /&gt;Warden:Oh my god, Vandana..there was a snke outside your room...give me ur room keys&lt;br /&gt;Me:Was???and u still want my keys?&lt;br /&gt;Warden:Well, its inside ur room now...&lt;br /&gt;Me:(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slowly getting a bit interested now&lt;/span&gt;)....okkkaaaayyy, here's my key m'am...but one thing is that i left my cupboard door open when i went out..do u think it would have gotten in?&lt;br /&gt;Warden(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking damn tensed&lt;/span&gt;)Vandana, why cant u close ur cupboard and keep?!&lt;br /&gt;Me:But m'am i wasnt expecting a snake to visit me for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warden gives an exasperated sigh and mumbles...Guards cautiously open my door and look in..no sign of the snake...they ask us girls to back off..and i decide, ok its gonna be some small thing which will go away..so i settle into a far corner and watch the fun.Guards go into the room,some yells surface , violent hitting noises for some 15 mins and then they come out looking victorious...they seem to be pulling/dragging out the snake.couple of girls take one look at screech and one fainted..i was too far away to see what it looked like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Behenji, dekhiye aapke cupboard se kya mila hai...(pushes the damn thing over to me)&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open mouth..no words situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There lay a 6 foot long black snake which was not only ugly looking but very large and was .........a viper.....ladies and gentlemen,im thankful to the lord for the by-chance dinner that saved my life that night...and for not having made me the viper's dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-112123843634661413?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/112123843634661413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=112123843634661413' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/112123843634661413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/112123843634661413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/07/hisssssss.html' title='Hisssssss'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-112054966974422842</id><published>2005-07-05T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T01:26:44.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecos:Allegiance period : Summer of 2001 - July 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youth..and what develops(or doesnt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;after work,me and a friend headed over to Pecos(for those of u who havent been there,awesome beer,great ambience and kick ass musico,and one drawback....).Ok so this post will elaborate on the drawback of that place(of course this is a highly individualistic and relative thought).So we landed there pretty early on and got into the Pecos mood...then i notice something's not so quiet in that corner there...so i flash a quick look..what do i see,well well...a couple who really desperately needed a room,here automatically this song 'Animal Instinct' played in my head;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways apart from that,a rather boisterous gang of teenage childrens barged in and they landed a seat right next to us(think lapdance ;)!!)...and they started a conversation that vaguely touched topics like 'dei machi,i smoke so many da..ur such a sissy to smoke so less' , 'machan we need to impresshh the chicks da..',then a couple of giggling girls arrive and plonk with not so much of an aplomb....one girl was suffering massively from this 'oh i will , i will call him a cutie and pinch his oh so cute cheeks'...so her victim is sitting next to me and the girl with the disease sits next to my friend.Boy oh boy,u should have seen the looks on our faces...the show's just started too...her girlfriend keeps whispering something to the other girl and they gigle furiously,then the mush girl leans over and does one of her pinches on the guy (who by the way was wriggling like a worm with a match under its ass(a worm with an ass...interesting thought!!))...and says,'cutie pie,she thinks u and i are gonna have babies together'....my friend and i had one look at each other and fled the place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-112054966974422842?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/112054966974422842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=112054966974422842' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/112054966974422842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/112054966974422842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/07/pecosallegiance-period-summer-of-2001.html' title='Pecos:Allegiance period : Summer of 2001 - July 2005'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-111925088111797168</id><published>2005-06-19T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T00:01:21.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first tryst with Wodehouse</title><content type='html'>For a long time, I have heard of my friends speaking of Wodehouse as being one of a kind.I am an avid reader, but for a reason that can be purely called as 'a fate of misfortune', I have never taken off the time to explore Wodehouse's writings.After almost 19 yrs of reading , I decided to give it a shot under the urgings of a friend.My first Wodehouse book is on Lord Emsworth, let me try and portray the book's effects on me in a few adjectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Book and style of writing&lt;/span&gt; : Delightful,English humour that is in a style of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Characters  who charmed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lord Emsworth :Quite wooly headed, jolly old man who finds solace in Pigs :)!&lt;br /&gt;Beach : A butler who goes out of his way to cater to the outrageous demands of Lord Emsworth ranging from throwing a sack of rats away to yoddling to make a pig eat!&lt;br /&gt;Freddie : Lord Emsworths's son who can be termed a wastrel trying piously to get his father in law to throw some greens his way.In general , a nuisance with a manipulative mind&lt;br /&gt;Empress : The rotund spoilt pig which Emsworth dotes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , one book down and these are the characters that have managed to capture my attention.Truly inspiring in humour, kudos to this author who captures the lives in an English countryside to the 'T', so much so that the reader feels one with the their lives.For those of you who have not given this author a chance, i strongly suggest you do!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-111925088111797168?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/111925088111797168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=111925088111797168' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111925088111797168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111925088111797168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-first-tryst-with-wodehouse.html' title='My first tryst with Wodehouse'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-111889934214452274</id><published>2005-06-15T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T22:22:22.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arbit , eh....</title><content type='html'>Client visits..thats something i love...why u ask me?its not the fact that they are not grouchy indians, its the fact that they bring in a different culture with them which is just so mind boggling!i love discovery tavel and living..and i love travelling...different places bring within me different emotions..for example they all say europe is the place to be when ur in search of romance..i would agree, simply because i love untouched unspoilt places and europe happens to be just that...i have often imgined this scene in my mind...sitting cross legged in a coffee shop 100 mts away from the eiffel tower, watching the French people in love walking by...ruminating over a book , just me, myself and the eiffel tower.and different places, inspire within me different songs(songs can melt me into putty!), frnce would go perfectly with 'coming ack to life'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways now that i ve digressed enough, i was talking about clients..there was this one time, American clients had come in to the company, and i happened to land in the meeting as well...everytime this guy was supposed to say 'ok' , he would say 'sure sure' and i for a minute found it vague...well, i could only find that difference in the american for that particular hour of meeting, so i didnt get any gyaan into their culture but frankly speaking, i dont want to know anything aboiut Americans..they fail to amaze me in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;What i would love to do is go on some back packing trip to europe, guzzle some beer, waft along the cobblestone streets peering into their street houses(not to intrude into their privacy for sure;)!)....just getting the feel of other kinds of people(im not saying they are a different species or anything).ok, a client visit beckons me now...off i go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-111889934214452274?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/111889934214452274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=111889934214452274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111889934214452274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111889934214452274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/06/arbit-eh.html' title='Arbit , eh....'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-111804169738006561</id><published>2005-06-06T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:08:17.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dont watch!</title><content type='html'>yawwwnnnn..blub!i havent been mailing in ages and have no clue why, there may be two massive reasons for that actually:(1)too much spend working my butt ioff(by now even my pants are falling off!)(2)spend all my life in the office and nowhere else!&lt;br /&gt;so we decided we would be youthful again and go to a movie(sigh i hang out with 26yr olds who dont happen to think that probably a disco is more fun than a movie)...anyways i dont even go for movies much, so went for Bunty aur Babli...and well to waste time by writing about it in this blog cant happen..so ill describe it in one word 'YAAAAAWWWWWWNNNNNNNNN'!!I would also like to pour in some more adjectives here:boring, tasteless, brainless,over reactive,vigorous dances...lets just say ur average hindi movie.the only good part of the movie was that rather hot number by Amitabh at the beginning of the movie...the only time when i wanted to get up and do  wild dance simply for the fact that he was so old and still hot!ash did an extremely lousy dance number which im sure every man would enjoy with saliva drooling out,but if they didnt they would have to re think their sexuality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-111804169738006561?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/111804169738006561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=111804169738006561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111804169738006561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111804169738006561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/06/dont-watch.html' title='dont watch!'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-111458481750535291</id><published>2005-04-26T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T23:53:37.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>________  is the space to the left of this caption , love?</title><content type='html'>'love' is an over hyped thing.has been, is, will be..at least to me.but am i convinced?thats something i could scratch my head over my entire life but would probably die not knowing the answer.its obviously a process which people christened with a name and then probably also set a few rules to the process, which people firmly believe in.Those rules would probably go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Meeting the person and finding a compatibility that u have never found with anyone else&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Catch up everyday (mandatory), go for a coffee/pub/disc/food/whatever&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Eventually see each other everyday that u think only about him/her in ur daily activities(this may include eat,sleep,going to the loo,work,read(here apparently the 'loved one's' face would appear magically between the words, just like the same face would appear on the toilet paper i guess!!))&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Love is apparently confirmed when ur life stops when u even imagine its existence without him/her in it!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;You will thus go to any bounds to keep it going to eventually get married/produce babies/bond with in-laws family/go to the shop together holding each other's hands/flutter ur eyelashes at each other as well&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Tell me, does any of the above make any sense to u?but my friend, people around the world are convinced that if all the above rules are satisfied, its love!is it not rather a state of loneliness, a pocket in ur brain and heart that demands that u fill it up with a person simply cause the notion of 'love' has been created and thus u HAVE to live upto it?tell me, how are u so sure that this is the perfect person...have u met all the people in the world?then is it not the same as settling for someone that u think is the perfect match simply cause u may have never met someone as perfect as that person till that time?and that , that is a very relative thing..cause for all u know, i may have never known anyone remotely interesting/witty/humorous/caring!!just cause u find some one quality in that person that seems  endearing to u, does that mean thats the perfect person?&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the point of perfect person...do u think ur perfect to judge whether anyone is perfect for u?u may have a thousand flaws and yet u sit around thinking ur god's gift to mankind..and that u can sift through the gazziliion people that enter ur life and tick them off to find out who is the 'best fit'?!!!so finally my friends, im tired of thinking about this concept cause i think its non existent and complicated and screwed up...and thus does not exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-111458481750535291?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/111458481750535291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=111458481750535291' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111458481750535291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111458481750535291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/04/is-space-to-left-of-this-caption-love.html' title='________  is the space to the left of this caption , love?'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-111441262613108910</id><published>2005-04-24T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T00:07:33.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isnt it ironic?</title><content type='html'>life has taken a 360 degree turn in a day..what would make me ' a happy go lucky ' person say that?a friend of mine keeps saying in times of utmost helplessness 'i feel like im drowning' and i always thought 'what could possibly be that bad?'..now i know..and when this happens, u sift through ur past..the happy times at college, the wild abandon with which i was as a person, no reason to worry about, ur parents are always there,those dreams of making it as a model/singer/whatever ...and no responsibilities.and then the world of work, relationships,age, resposibilitites hit u and ur lost!u think for a moment ur firmly on the ground , u know exactly what ur doing..and then it hits u..and u stand up, and then it hits u again..and this continues until u know there is a breaking point...the world stands still..u think, eat and sleep the sudden changes that overcome u.and u hate whats happening around u, and u simply wish to be left alone.i think a baby is the luckiest 'thing' cause people let it be...simply cause it doesnt have responsibilities or decisions to make, or even anyone to be answerable to.and right now i wish to be a baby...just alone and without a care in my heart..without any chains binding me to certain rules.i want to be free, carefree abandon with no one to ask me a question.&lt;br /&gt;i think i want to be that way for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-111441262613108910?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/111441262613108910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=111441262613108910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111441262613108910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111441262613108910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/04/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='Isnt it ironic?'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-111390349321904033</id><published>2005-04-19T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T02:38:13.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love all u 25 yr olds in my life!</title><content type='html'>When i was younger, we used to have these girlie conversations where one would ask 'so what kind of a guy would u like to marry'?and i would say ' I dont really think there are any Mills and Boon kinda guys around in India...but i definitely want to marry someone who is my age.'And i would have a contended air about that though i had no clue why i had that opinion.and then someone would ask why..and i would say 'cause we would understand each other better'...and that would close the conversation..cmon this was when i was say, 14 or 15..and i had abso no clue what the hell i was talking about!&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere down the line i realised it was fun to be with the same age group but it stopped at that.it was very hard for me to digest cause all my college friends would be like, hey what u doing with a gang that has so many people older to u..and i would be like 'but u know what these guys are solid...they are there for u,warm people (i almost imagined a hen here :)!!) and whatever...summary, they feel good!Theres this leaf woman in my gang that i absolutely adore for the way she is...she's some kind of a god mamma to me (rosh dont beat me up for calling u a mamma ;))one of those fleeting people whom u can never really pin down but they just pop in and pop out of ur daily life.Funnily my friend of 20 yrs is exactly like her!rosh, cheers for the way u are :)!&lt;br /&gt;Then theres ramu, who could drive me up the wall, but who has been there for me like a pillar that i can turn to at any time.its weird that rosh and ramu have 4 days or so difference between their birthdays and how they are really similar!probably explains why i like those two so much...kudos to u too ramu for the way u are :)!&lt;br /&gt;have no clue why i wrote this blog, just a token of my emotional side i guess;)..enjoy it while u can!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-111390349321904033?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/111390349321904033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=111390349321904033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111390349321904033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111390349321904033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-all-u-25-yr-olds-in-my-life.html' title='Love all u 25 yr olds in my life!'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-111319621277035353</id><published>2005-04-10T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:23:06.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halli Mane and then the accident</title><content type='html'>Sis and baby have gone back to Dubai and there seems to be such a lull at home these days thanks to the absence of Ashrita.Dammit , i was the apple of her eyes :)!!anyways so life moves on.Saturday was Ugadi (Kannada/Telugu New Year), and my dad put enthu for going to this rural restaurant called 'Halli Mane' which means Village Home in Kannada(I did overhear a man saying it should be renamed 'City Mane' and i was laughing my head out cause it sounded like a sleazy bar name!).I very half heartedly agreed as this place requires special down-dressing for me (this is a place where all the Jakkamaas and Ganguthais come for a meal).I guess i love the food too much over there to disagree, so i quickly donned a kurta and landed at the restuarant and gosh , it was so beautifully decorated with flowers and leaves and what not..but what a festive atmosphere!!The special meal was 70 bucks (and for that place , it raised quite a few eyebrows)...my dad, me and mom settled ourselves after downing a welcome drink of Ginger lemon juice.Spotted a few US/Brtish people who had probably come to find out what Kannada food tasted like i guess, felt rather proud at that moment that this small restuarant of Bangalore was really kicking ass on the international front :)The meal was awesome complete with all kinds of weird sour/sweet things and i actually enjoyed the meal (i normally hate Kannada food)...added to that the owner's son was major eye candy :)!&lt;br /&gt;After an afternoon siesta , the gang made plans to meet up, so Ramu,me and Rosh met up at Forum to watch a movie/hang out/whatever.It was a rather long wait for ramu and me as rosh was busy adorning herself at her house and simultaneously lying that she was on her way and presumably making auto-like noises to make it convincing!we decided no movie was worth it, so we landed at Transit(the food place)where we gossiped , bitched etc that the three of us do best(we are quite a vile gang-the three of us).later on we landed at Geoffrey's which turned out to be great ambience and good alcohol(here we were joined by Kar, Din and Ash).after a rather sober session (the home parties are always kick ass)...ramu and i decided to leave as my parents would be worried, and had quite the bike skid over a median which should have affirmed its existence but sat silently waiting for an innocent biker to skid and die i guess.so as a result i am hobbling around the office today, the ramu is also quite bruised but he managed to walk to 8th cross so im thinking im the only distressed soul here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-111319621277035353?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/111319621277035353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=111319621277035353' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111319621277035353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111319621277035353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/04/halli-mane-and-then-accident.html' title='Halli Mane and then the accident'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-111148342524482136</id><published>2005-03-22T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T01:26:16.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Average Day</title><content type='html'>6:50 am : Rise and shine (most of the time not so risey!)..frantically iron clothes , do the quick make upies .gobble a bit of Chocos..say a quick thank u to the Gods(i have no clue what i thank him about though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:59 : Zip over to my bus stop outside Chung's..conduct conversation with a colleague who is also a fellow bus stop person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 : Hop into a rather hot bus (in no way does this mean sexy),avoid looking into the eyes of over enthusiastic conversationalists..travel an odd 25 kms beating hot dusty roads, people jay walking (one should actually vote that as the state occupation i say1)..a couple of accidents thrown in and some snooze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 :Wowie...yet another day at work (yawwwwnnnnnn)..joy oh joy!grab a cuppa coffee..do a quick review of the Economic Times for serious stuff,do a rather fun review of Times of India,dunk my coffee in, get to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00am to 6:00pm - 8:00pm - 11:00pm(sometimes i go a little overboard on my work timings:)..my leaving time for home could be any of the last three) :When i actually start work..scrap a couple of em on Orkut(i just love doing this),have a couple of meetings again,a fun lunch with Ash and Sat,a quick run to Rosh's cabin for a Hi, How are u, have one of those complicated meetings with the CEO where he shoots trick questions like what is my opinion on revenue to be generated for the company(i swear i have no clue what to say, i would have been happier with a Choose the following...darn that they dont have such healthy concepts floating about :()Scrap some, drink coffee, scrap some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 - 9:00 - 12:00 :Get back home and grumble a bit about how im underpaid, and how i work my balls out (just an expression fellas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30 : Try watching some Selvi (one of those Tamil soaps which go on for about a millenium where eventually either everyone in the serial dies or u die by the time its over!),then some Friends and some AXN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:00 : Get some food.Roll into bed complaining about how i have to get up at goddamn 6:50 again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:00 : Think a few ghosts are trying to attack me.Still have not established that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:50 : Repeat loop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-111148342524482136?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/111148342524482136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=111148342524482136' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111148342524482136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111148342524482136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/03/average-day.html' title='An Average Day'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-111113904360541202</id><published>2005-03-18T01:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T01:44:03.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hot Friday Lunch</title><content type='html'>They said farewell dinner lunch at Spice Garden..all Sales and Marketing guys get ready for some fun!i did a little jig which largely resembled sentiments in tandem with 'Its the time to Disco'!!Finally we were going on a team lunch and all...so where was Spice Garden?Sounded exotic eh...landed there battling the harsh sun and the dusty roads.I was the last to arrive so i sheepishly walked into the room overlooking a swimming pool.I must at this point inform u that everyone in our team is 30+....and moi is 22..oh how well i gel with that 'oh so excting ' crowd!But there's this thing called optimism which rears its head at me once in a while and i feel like obliging.So i chirpily put on a big smile...and wondered what kind of conversation would take place between all the biggies of my company.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for a bit , analysed the crowd and its general trend of topics...and settled on how cool milk sweets are!!jesus H christ...dont these people want to talk about something remotely more interesting???anyways so i decided it was a waste of my time, cause theVermi kept going on and on about how cool he thinks he is cause he is doing a research on the complicated opposite sex(womenin this case ,in case u thought Vermi was a girl).And the guy next to me insisted on talking about what kinds of sweets he likes.So i joined along feeling bloody foolish...and thinking, why couldnt i just drop dead.Or rather why couldnt those people all drop dead!!Packed myself into a car and arrived as quickly as i could into my little space in the office.Thank the lord, for my ugly cabin...never will i ever complain about its ugliness as long as it keeps away those BORING people away from me...arrrggggghhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-111113904360541202?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/111113904360541202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=111113904360541202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111113904360541202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111113904360541202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/03/hot-friday-lunch.html' title='A Hot Friday Lunch'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-111096926879385503</id><published>2005-03-16T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T02:34:28.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smileys are the best things that happened</title><content type='html'>Blub blub..im not sure if i have anything to write a blog on right now..nevertheless ill give it a shot.One happy thing that has happened of late is that Ive been making new friends..some via Orkut and some via Ash.Its a breather alright..though i have always had a mindset against making new friends..but ah well, its nice to meet new people i guess!&lt;br /&gt;The Ramu is back and it was a delightful surprise not only for me but for the gang as well :) ..its a merry thought to think he's loved by one and all.I guess my life's gonna be in full swing again then, i did feel like a dewinged bird for a bit without him around,and with so many things going on in my life right now..thats a hard thing.It is some sort of a miracle that the time i decided to sort things out with my buddy from upstairs and with a lot of other aspects, the Ramu also lands..and i can only say , i feel like a Smiley :)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-111096926879385503?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/111096926879385503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=111096926879385503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111096926879385503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/111096926879385503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/03/smileys-are-best-things-that-happened.html' title='Smileys are the best things that happened'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-110931286052797127</id><published>2005-02-24T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T22:27:40.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaawwwnnnn or some such day</title><content type='html'>a lazy friday this, a day for contemplation..a day for thinking and a day for absolutely not doing work.Interesting aint it..how one automatically shuts off their working mode in anticipation of a weekend...well,at least i do:)&lt;br /&gt;morning began with me having one of those deep talks(which i really cant have with many people cause my focus on any particular topic would be precisely for 10 seconds!!)...i was arguing about how i hate the Alchemist cause i didnt think i had gleaned any info from that 'oh so awesome' book..and i still wonder on that!!so this rather intellectual guy related that book with my own life...in the sense that one really has to tread the path less travelled by(one of my favorite peoms from school)...and discover for urself whether u belong there.&lt;br /&gt;i had a Brobdingnagian (nice word that huh)  opportunity for making modelling  a career..a rather contradicting thought for me actually..i wanted to dive in and yet did not..and finally didnt. i loved designing clothes..won a few awards..could have pursued it but didnt.i used to sing lustily at college..was recognised as being greatly talented..have not done anything about that either.&lt;br /&gt;why..why is it that i have refrained from following what my heart wants me to do?why is that in my case my brain always rules my heart?is that the same with all those people i see around me who follow their mundane lives just cause that horrid brain instructs u to do something all the time?i mean it should be true if i come across people who are unhappy with what their lives have become (in a not so serious way but rather,oh god yet another day of tiresome labor!).&lt;br /&gt;everyday when i listen to Radio City in the morning when i chug along in my company bus..i get almost green with envy thinking how awesome these RJs must feel to have chased their dreams?!and i heave a sigh of woe and carry on for work.&lt;br /&gt;its a dangerous thing to think so much..and i guess thats a prime reason why i would love to sit at work the whole day not giving me enough time to actually think about certain things.things backfire..just like a certain episode last evening..leaves a very bitter taste in the mouth...and u think..solitude is such a nice thing..but why do i not have it in me to embrace it forever?all i would probably need is a book and solitude..they would not cause me any problems..they wouldnt expect anything out of me..i wouldnt expect anything out of them except probably from the book(:))!i think i will try really hard at working on the latter...with this thought in mind..ill proceed with the day. &lt;span class="890031705-25022005"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-110931286052797127?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/110931286052797127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=110931286052797127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/110931286052797127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/110931286052797127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/02/yaawwwnnnn-or-some-such-day.html' title='Yaawwwnnnn or some such day'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-110896246028290796</id><published>2005-02-20T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T21:07:40.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>i've been pondering about two topics of late, im not a very thinky person..i just do whatever strikes my fancy that moment and dont really care about its outcome until after i've been hit..u may call it my age, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i remember when i left college..i was kind of relieved, it wasnt exactly a kind place to me as i was somehow drawn into the vortex of the gossip whirlpool.8 months down the line, i think..shit am i ever gonna go back to that place?it was so awesome...i miss the stage where i used to sing, i miss the lawns on which we used to drink secretly..i miss those inane blond converstaions that i never really felt a part of..and the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;Work life aint exactly what i would call match made in heaven for me..and i sometimes wonder,do all the people in this world actually like what they are doing?more of..hey is that all to life?study ur ass off..land in an awesome job that stays awesome for like 2 months?!!!then what..sadly i dont have an answer to that.&lt;br /&gt;the root of all this thinking is probably cause i've been left in solitude to think these past two days..ramoo has departed to singapore leaving me in a very 'hey i miss those days' kinda feeling.and one also wonders a lot where life is heading.&lt;br /&gt;the second thing i've been pondering over is the fact that relationships can be so complicated..friendships which start off on a simple note can head towards such levels of annoyance that one wonders was it worth it in the first place?expectations my friend, are the mother of all fuck ups!a friend of mine who believes in being as free as a bird in the 'life cycle' thinks diplomacy wins over all people and issues of life..sadly i dont think so.i guess its a very relative thing...but hey, one cant have everything their way right....im suddenly inspired by that song by michael bolton(who i think is gay as a lark)....'sacrifice' was it?!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-110896246028290796?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/110896246028290796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=110896246028290796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/110896246028290796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/110896246028290796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/02/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-110777092537432479</id><published>2005-02-06T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T02:08:45.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Covers(read that with a low growl)</title><content type='html'>to begin with this blog aint gonna be witty or funny as they usually are...im in the 'jot down an experience in a brainless fashion mood'...Rosh,Sattus, me and ramu had gone for the film 'Black' in Rex..first off accolades for the movie, its probably one of the best things that happened to bollywood in 20 yrs!everyone was moved to tears..which at first i wasnt aware off..i thought i was the only one sniffling away like a racoon but a quick turn to my right and left revealed the sattus and the roshus immersed in a pool of tears:)!so at the start of the movie..this very fat family comprising of a huge (think arnold schwa)man, his moderately huge wife and the daughter (tending towards hugeness) arrived and landed themselves in the row in front of us..then in unison they esch opened a plastic cover and noisily proceeded to eat some varieties of food...and this process continued through some three hours and hence they were christened 'the covers'(heavily influenced by the incredibles)!!&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/8084893-110777092537432479?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/110777092537432479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=110777092537432479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/110777092537432479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/110777092537432479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2005/02/coversread-that-with-low-growl.html' title='The Covers(read that with a low growl)'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-110326451953511551</id><published>2004-12-16T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T22:21:59.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun fun and morreee fun</title><content type='html'>So...three of my dearest friends' birthdays fell on the 11th, 13th and 15th of this month..and our oh so boring life turned alive with dinners and surprise parties!so starting off on the first birthday, that was Roshni's ...she is this incredibly cute ball of wool from Assam or some such leaf land..the vaguest character u can find on this end of the planet!!anyways so she said dinner at Millers 46 and the seven of us landed there(some not so prompt...and that had rosh fuming btw).it was one of these hep and happening places where one is supposed to maintain decorum at all times...and well, we being we were totally unmindful of that and behaved like a buncha hooligans and totally enjoyed it too:).I ate Zuccini Sizzler and it was va va voom!!!the rest of the carnivores ate various types of animals, with me as usual looking at them curiously like i had never seen animals before...mostly to make them stop eating it actually(do not misjudge me for being one of those veggies who are on a campaign against non veggies...i just want to see them squirm a bit thats all;)).my desset was to say the best...blueberry cheesecake, i was into multiple orgasms over that let me tell u!ramu, me and sattu gifted rosh this really cute green frog(for those of u who raised eyebrows on 'green' well i happen to know some other color frogs too...so there!!)...she was absolutely delighted(at least i hope so)after the party where we threw some beer around..and our voices as well..we moved our asses to Palace Grounds where Strings(this Pakistani Band) were performing...oh god, that was so so cool!!though i must say the vocals man had on kajal and looked like a transvestite!!&lt;br /&gt;going on to Aishwarya's b'day....dinner was at Mainland China(this time it was a combined treat by ash and ramu)...ok this was like a really socialites only kinda place..so we decided we wouldnt do the hooligan bit here ...sophistication was the name of the game..and well, we carried that out pretty well too...rosh and dinesh were going mad with the handy cam and digi cam resp...and well, ramu, ash and i went mad posing for them..sattu just stayed in corner like a constipated camel and didnt really act excited...bah!anyways food was awesome, the waiters were major eye candy;)!!and since we promptly burst into the 'happy bday' song...we got a complimentary dessert...the tricks we play, i tell u!!oh btw...that happened at Millers 46 as well:)btw ramu's and my gift this time was a dull gold stole.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the Ramu's Bday...well i wanted to go overboard cause he's the swettest most generous thing in the whole world....so gifted him a bottle of champagne and an original Tommy Hillfiger watch(one has to mention original cause every bazaar these days seem to have a copy...indians!!)...then we had this really cool surprise bday party that we had at ramu's house itself...ash , dinesh and i put the decorations together and the cooking of the dinner as well...while sattu kept ramu at office saying he wanted him to do an urgent VSS update!!!!(sattu and his ideas)...ramu appeared suitably surprised..and we had the most god awesome chocolate cake in the whole world along with the champagne...and well, it was nice homley fun...just the way ramu likes:)...so now im all tired of typing in such a huge blog..im off to my mundane officeness...ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-110326451953511551?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8084893.post-110085660115845222</id><published>2004-11-19T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T01:30:01.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A brand new day!</title><content type='html'>hey little blog, i've been wanting to write in since a long time but everytime i do want to..someone comes and peers into my comp and i dont really want other people hanging over my shoulder..so well, i 've been having a min boggling week or lets say month.I've been fighting with the poochie incessantly cause well, he is too preoccupied with work all the time and thats kinda getting on my nerves...cmon, gimme a break here thats all the guy does!!anyways i have been trying to understand and all but think i lost it somewhere down the line...also i have been posed with some career changes that im still not sure what to do about..i think orkutting has been the only happening thing as of late..no movies, no pubs , no restaurants..no nothing...sheesh, work life just so sucks!&lt;br /&gt;happy part of life is that i found a couple of awesome songs and downloaded them so i could enjoy that at least..plus sis and her baby have come down for a visit from dubai and much to my surprise its been rather nice..i have been rather attached to the baby and now im feeling all sad that in a few days they will be gone again:(!i hardly ever get to spend time with them too all thanks to the fact that i leave home at 8 and get back by 10...joy oh joy...personal life is lying dead in a corner i think!!&lt;br /&gt;coming to office life  i have decided its gonna be a brand new day, and i have been putting full enthu for brain storming sessions and such activities...currently trying to get a hang of ME/MC...which is a rather boggling theory in the world of DSP geeks!what else is up, haan i bought a new santro but havent had a chance to revel in it as yet..as i said, nil personal life..anyway enough cribbing..all u bloggers who are reading this should be quite depressed by this time:)!so im off now to continue at the convincing myself that its a brand new day...tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-110085660115845222?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/110085660115845222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=110085660115845222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/110085660115845222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/110085660115845222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2004/11/brand-new-day.html' title='A brand new day!'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-109879384835475494</id><published>2004-10-26T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T05:36:55.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to meeeee....(that i sang!)</title><content type='html'>So its my 22nd birthday and all..and well where do i start, probably last evenings happenings can be stated here.got back from office and was pooped out as hell, so as soon as i reached home i just flopped onto the couch and promptly slept off at about 8 pm...then the Poochi came armed with some really really yummy Chocolate Excess and woke me up at 12 so that i could blow candles and all for my birthday...no candles so he replaced that by four matchsticks instead and i found that incredibly cute!!anyway so here i was still all drowsy and not knowing what was happening around me...and i sleepily blew out the matchsticks and sang the birthday song for myself as there was only the Poochi and me...ate a piece of cake and promptly fell asleep...poor Poochi was desperately trying to wake me up and i just refused and continued sleeping( i mean, dude im really old now...i have to get my sleep i say!!).&lt;br /&gt;Then came all those sweet phone calls from a hell lot of people right from dear ones to really unexpected people(that was so sweet of them!!)....and that went on till 5 am...and so i kissed goodbye to my sleep and just beamed away that there were so many people who cared about me:)...got dressed in a really pretty salwar and went to office with a nice little red eye...thanks to some weird dust allergy...did nothing at office, was on the phone the whole day...got chocolates on an overload from lots of people...and now im off to my home to receive my parents and get my hands on a packet of Cerelac for my sister's baby who are also arriving tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh i almost forgot to mention that Poochi went overboard and gifted me with a very pretty diamond ring for my birthday:)!...plus bhangoo dearest got me a bottle of perfume that im all gaga about...so all in all a very happy birthday to meeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-109879384835475494?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/109879384835475494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=109879384835475494' title='1 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why i disappeared for so long..well, i truly dont know!I would open up my blog and then start writing and then would just close it and walk off.Thats probably cause i've been very edgy these of late due to um..lets say some reason.Just went for a bit cause it was my project mate's birthday today and i went to find out if i could make his life miserable in some way...hee hee, i louv bugging the Fa:)!!&lt;br /&gt;So the latest news in my life,i found a three bed roomed apartment for me and my parents(k've convinced them to move here cause its just too lonely without them!)...and i never thought i would do such a thing considering i've been the rebel in the family and my parents have been wondering if im actually their kid cause i used to throw a tantrum for every thing u can imagine(read as spoilt and fussy)!&lt;br /&gt;Im all excited about the weekend as well cause dear Bhang is gonna be in town and am so so looking forward to seeing him...its been almost 6 months i would say , since i last saw him!Oh, oh i must tell u about whats up at my office...we have this cool thing called Ayudha Pooja/Saraswati Pooja thats happening now..for like 2 days, and they 've decked up the office with every 'Vazha Maram' (thats tamil fo u)...that they could get their hands on...also of course sprinkled with some mango leaves and a few balloons and some shiny paper deals are hanging about...i think they tried this concept of festivity...and well my company being the company it is, well, kinda looks like i walked into some cow sty!!&lt;br /&gt;Also im putting sadness cause i didnt get to wear a sari today and all the other girls are wearing because of the pooja thingie...and i am all upset cause i just love the sari!!think Poochi is a little disappointed because of that...but he cant beat me at that!apart from that,im dreadfully bored with my office and even more upset cause every dog i know in this office wants to leave and go to some other company which recognises the work they do...sigh, since im the youngest out here ill have to be stuck like at least for another year...siggghhhhh...ok now i just wished the Fa and got an awesome chocolate in return so im off to munch....tata:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-109824895113630581?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/109824895113630581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=109824895113630581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/109824895113630581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/109824895113630581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2004/10/return-of-sloth.html' title='The Return of the Sloth'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-109602418983471268</id><published>2004-09-24T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T04:11:53.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness ahoy:(</title><content type='html'>life without a roommate is not a very happy prospect...reason:the roomie is sick and has gone home to madras..oh yeah, i love solitude but there are times when i come back to my PG thinking..ok now where is my roomie so i can go babble away to her about my day's events!but alas, i have to now cook alone ....ponder over my day's events alone and basically feel all gloomy cause blessed Poochi is studying for an exam and so no entertainment there also:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was contemplating on going home at 4:30 for a long time and then guilty feeling struck me and i decided ill be a good kid and work till my 9 hours is up at office...not that that helps anyone cause the blessed HRIS software sure as hell doesnt know what its supposed to do...for days when i actually work for 12 hours straight, it just simply records it as having worked for -9:00 hours!!hello, someone should fix that thing...its not everyday that i work so long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-109602418983471268?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/109602418983471268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=109602418983471268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/109602418983471268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/109602418983471268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2004/09/loneliness-ahoy.html' title='Loneliness ahoy:('/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-109481536196554304</id><published>2004-09-10T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T04:22:41.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Bull....Really?!!!</title><content type='html'>so...i was chirpily though kinda tired, walking down CMH road on my way to my house, when i decided i needed some energy to pep me up...so i nattily walked into Monday to Sunday(i loveeee that place and refuse to shop anywhere else!)....to buy what,...an Energy drink(non-alcoholic mind u)!!i had read some femina(yeah, i do read femina when i feel tremendously bored about life and wish to know about the mundane things in our world) in which was a cool section about how all the celebrities and such peoples drink this particular drink to energise themselves!though at that time i found it stupid, i decided i would drink one just for kicks...so i grabbed a can and some other groceries and paid my bill at the counter without checking the bill as i normally do, as i was busy trying to wrench out a free glass that comes with Tropicana(especially since i had bought a flavour which i hated but had to buy cause the glass came free with that pack:))....after throwing a lotta attitude about how these measly employees at M to S were so swindly in not giving free stuff, i was just stepping out of the shop when i happened to glance at my bill....i stopped in shock, imagine why...that really liliput can of energy drink cost me 75 whole rupees!!!i mean, thats not much when ur living on ur parents money...by hello, here i was receiving some pittance they call salary at out company and buying a drink for 75 bucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;i decided against going back to the shop and returning it as i felt damn stupid after having thrown so much bhaav at them ...so i just meekly went home determined to get the full worth of my money for that drink.&lt;br /&gt;i reached home and proudly showed it to my other PG mates, and after they had ooohed and aahed over the drink, i settled down to some TV and the drink....i drank half the can and waited in anticipation....for half an hour....nothing....absolutely nothing, except for maybe an increase in the headache that had already been there for quite a while....i decided to give it some more time....no absolutely no packets of energy being released in me or whatever....i gave up, and decided to live my normal little life without energy drinks in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-109481536196554304?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/109481536196554304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=109481536196554304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/109481536196554304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/109481536196554304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2004/09/red-bullreally.html' title='Red Bull....Really?!!!'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-109462892875393802</id><published>2004-09-08T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T00:35:28.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adieu to that rat!</title><content type='html'>i was in the doldrums the whole of last week thanks to the previously mentioned blog....my mood hit an all time low and my concentration was err...kinda nil , thanks to the fact that my ex-boss was constantly cropping up in front of me and getting me all upset evrytime i saw him.apparently my current boss and big boss saw me moping, and called me and gave me a pep talk of sorts which cheered me up tremendously:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promised myself that i would prove my worth to the company and make my ex-boss realise that he was full of crap!one thing i came to realise is that , one should never finish their module on time, if u  do finish on time, ur boss thinks u dont do work....ahh, the Indian system of work never fails to amaze me! a lesson well learnt, and im sure this is just the beginning of the many more unfair wonders that will unfold slowly enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, getting that outta my head, lets get on to chirpier matters, i hear this really really ratty man whom i've hated from day one, is leaving the company, he claims the whole world is giving him offers, but knowing his type, im assuming he's a lying rat!and then i read this blog of a colleague's and oh my god, it was a pleasure to read that blog, especially since its full of scum on the very same guy i hate too...today, is definitely a chirpt day:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-109462892875393802?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/109462892875393802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=109462892875393802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/109462892875393802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/109462892875393802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/2004/09/adieu-to-that-rat.html' title='Adieu to that rat!'/><author><name>Vandana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12972595665143857323</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-8084893.post-109412393381489857</id><published>2004-09-02T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T04:18:53.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did anyone say 'lousy' day??</title><content type='html'>it was one of those days when i was in a really chirpy mood and i was further chirped on the way to my cubicle, by the news that i was going to be in a project that i wanted...hurrah!!anything to break the monotony of my prev proj that i had been pounding away mercilessly (rather the proj was pounding me away !!)for almost 8 months...i mean, gimme a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i sat down to work and opened my mailbox....what do i find?not going into the details, lets put it in a roundabout way, no appreciation, actually thats understating it....definitely discrediting comments, for all the hard work i had put in these past 8 months, i mean thanks a lot!i was a complete wreck , thankfully enough after trying in vain to convince someone of how much i had actually achieved, i gave up...it was just not in me to prove someone wrong when i was actually talking to a wall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully the others were on my side and that cheered me up and i was also in a project that i wanted from yesterday, so im trying to convince myself to forget that bad feeling...though i dont think i have recovered fully!another observation was, i had a lot of potential to open up a 'tears company' , i cried i think about 4 hours in all yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day i felt damn foolish that i had acted like such a sissy but hell, i dont care!anyway now im sitting happy in my new proj and back to my normal happy self, cause u know what....i've realised people dont get anywhere in this world until and unless u suck up to them and that's done only by lower mortals...and i dont give a darn f#$k about that cause im not one of em and will never be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-109412393381489857?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/109412393381489857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8084893&amp;postID=109412393381489857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8084893/posts/default/109412393381489857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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life)!i settled down to The Godfather and Eagles playing in the background, and soon i was washed away by nostalgic memories of college...oh the carefree attitude and the many nights of singing and strumming on the guitar under the stars ,came crashing into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that did it, i called up all my long lost friends from college, and chatted away, enjoying all the gossip from college that i normally hate doing...surprisingly i was elated after almost 4 hours of chatting with friends from all over india, of course im sure that will drop to an all time low when my phone bill lands next month...but whatever, it was so worth it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with great gusto, and cooked dosas for a million people...dunno why, considering only aishwarya and me are gonna end up eating them for lunch!!rushed to office and am sitting pretty writing this blog away...now i better get to some work, which actually im hoping i can do after lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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dream....always!One whole week at office and one wonders if this is the thing that one was destined for, and yet there is no intention or motivation for changing the way things are...sigh!Mornings on a Sunday are a lazy affair with me simply refusing to face the mundane reality of going to office.Every week its the same, i wake up, sulk,land up at the office and sulk some more(this time its from 9 to 6)!Then the sheer happiness of counting down the days to the weekend keeps me going..such is an IT person's life...eesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8084893-109385698754330284?l=vandanas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandanas.blogspot.com/feeds/109385698754330284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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