<?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-10846188</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:09:52.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PuNeEt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114837175379606022</id><published>2006-05-27T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:18:57.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally the wedding bells…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’ve always been a big dreamer and have always believed in them… why shouldn’t I, I’ve seen them coming true by my open eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 and a half years back, on 20 Dec 2000, when we started seeing each other, like any other couple we were not very sure about our relationship, there was excitement, fun, thrill, laughter, tears, fights, quarrels, pampering and loads of love… and ofcourse satisfaction of being with each other…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was always a long-distance relationship… that I strongly believe are the most tough to live by…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dreamt for this day… we prayed for this day… we fought for this day… and we lived for this day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day has finally arrived… 27 May 2006, two lovebirds tying the beautiful knot of marriage…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I’m short of words to express my gratitude towards all those beautiful people… who made this celebration possible. My parents ofcourse who stood by my decision, my grand parents and relatives who morally boasted our confidence and executed the proceedings to perfection, her mom &amp;amp; her grand mom who always believed that we are made for each other and those ‘special-sweet’ friends who were always there praying for us, supporting us and helping us in making this dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtly the biggest and happiest moment of my life…and here is a dedication frome me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chupae rakha tha jise zamane se&lt;br /&gt;Aaj charcha zamane mey usi ki hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaid rakhi thi jo kahani is dil mey&lt;br /&gt;Aaj dastaan har zubaan par usi ki hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naam jise badnaami ke dar se&lt;br /&gt;band rakha tha mere hothon ne&lt;br /&gt;Aaj naam jaise mera dekar&lt;br /&gt;gunj kaano mey usi ki hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meri mohabbat jo kal tak&lt;br /&gt;simat jaati thi meri aankhon mey&lt;br /&gt;Aaj zikr hotey hi muskaan&lt;br /&gt;merey hothon par usi ki hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khawab jo kal tak panah lete the&lt;br /&gt;hum dono ki yaadon mey&lt;br /&gt;Aaj panah zindagi ko usi ki hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judai jisne juda rakha tha milan ko&lt;br /&gt;aaj ho rahi hain jo judai woh usi ki hain&lt;br /&gt;(arthat: judai ki judai ho rahi hain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zikr jiska kal tak karte the hum aksar&lt;br /&gt;baj rahi hain jo shehnai aaj usi ki hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua mangi thi jiski kal tak har mandir mey&lt;br /&gt;mili hain aaj jo puneet archana zindagi ko&lt;br /&gt;woh usi ki hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wanted this post to appear on 27May, so that whenever I go thru my achieves I don’t see 27 May blank… and thanks to st000nie for publishing this post on my behalf, coz I don’t know how long I’ll take to be back on this virtual world) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114837175379606022?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114837175379606022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114837175379606022&amp;isPopup=true' title='87 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114837175379606022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114837175379606022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally-wedding-bells.html' title='Finally the wedding bells…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>87</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114776396861529047</id><published>2006-05-16T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T04:00:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed writing on these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had so many topics to blog on but unfortunately felt short of time… I should have made a list of topics missed… Few of them, which were always on the back of my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lakme Fashion Week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in Mumbai was in news for weeks… not because of the models but coz of the deliberate stripping … I feel it was deliberate… difference of opinion always exist. For that week it felt as if nothing was happening in Mumbai otherthan people discussing about the stripping… great publicity… purpose served… mission stripped ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Himesh Reshammiya 'Phenomenon'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has rocked the country…every second song on FM is of Himesh Bhai… tune to any music channel… and you will find a beard guy wearing a t-shirt, jeans, jacket, and cap… that’s Himesh Reshammiya … His songs are awesome…and his music is completely rocking...&lt;br /&gt;The latest track from 36 China town … &lt;em&gt;aa aa aashiqui mey teri&lt;/em&gt; is mind blowing…&lt;br /&gt;He writes 3 new songs every day… amazing mannn…&lt;br /&gt;Two groups exist... one who are big fans of Himesh Reshammiya and others who hate him... but the fact is &lt;em&gt;'you can love him…you can hate him… but you can’t ignore him…' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cricketers getting tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by what they call as excessive playing of cricket… and seniors players debating over the fitness issue. Cricket doesn’t require the stamina one needs to play tennis or soccer… 7 hr game with 4 drinks break and one lunch break… and considering the consistency of our team one player plays well only once in 5 match, rest of the time he relaxes in dressing room… now that’s the discounting factor ;-) what more do they need…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salman Khan getting one-year jail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sentence for killing the blackbuck four years back… by this time that blackbuck would have died the natural death… I don’t like Salmaan but we can have a comedy serial based on our law judgments… people go unharmed after killing humans and just because he is a public figure he is excessively penalized… had he been given sentence for running over those poor people on street, it could fit into some logic but that verdict is still pending…like many other cases of murders which go unattended for years…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sachin Tendulkar signs a contract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of 180 Crores… now this seems to be bothering a lot of people… news channel (whose analysis is equivalent to an attempt by a 5th class student to solve Trigonometry problem… yes-complete crap) tried to portray that although Sachin is not scoring run but is ending up winning big contracts… SO WHAT… what is their problem??? He has got every right to earn his living the way he wants… like the way news channels do to run their show 24x7…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That’s all from me…shoot up your views…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114776396861529047?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114776396861529047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114776396861529047&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114776396861529047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114776396861529047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-missed-writing-on-these.html' title='I missed writing on these...'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114709916793570379</id><published>2006-05-10T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T05:10:42.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the second innings…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cricket terminology sucks to many pretty eyes… and I have no intention to disappoint the beautiful ladies over here by talking about Cricket, I guess they were the one who missed me the most ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Puneet makes a silent re-entry to his blogging pitch after a desperate break… (Oops can’t help I love cricket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a month and a half back, when I posted my 150th post, I was pretty sure that I wont be coming online for a long period of time, and I thought after those initial comments, the sand will  settle down in this place and no foot prints would be visible. But I was so very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those initial days of my blogging, I also, like most of us wanted to be a very hit blogger, wanted more hits on my web page, more popularity and blah blah… touchwood that God have been kind to me most of the time and this time also he wasn’t holding it up. This place got the fame &amp; glamour I always dreamt of, and also lots of pretty names kept hopping in and out. (Infact I was pretty amazed n happy to see lot of people voting this place as one of the hottest blog on Keshi’s post, thanks to all of you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reasons other than tolerable work pressure, to go silent was, I was exhausted watching cooked up sweetness and show off of plastic image at the blog world, it still sucks me the most. Finally I took the opportunity and went silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But may be I’ve won more true friends here than I thought I have, and its because of you guys who kept pestering me with those sweet comments on my blog, off liners on YM, SMSs &amp;amp; Calls… I’m back here… and I’m back for good :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no more intend to have a hit blog, it requires too much of commitment to maintain, I’ll be more keen to play a test innings than a one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you guys a lot and missed blogging too. I wont be giving a one-to-one reply for your comments on my previous post, but thanks so much for showing your love and concern. I’m glad to have so many true friends on this virtual place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new look for this place (experiments will be on). Let me know if you like it or Black was beautiful.Once again a big thanks to all those sweet people here for keeping this place alive :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114709916793570379?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114709916793570379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114709916793570379&amp;isPopup=true' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114709916793570379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114709916793570379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-second-innings.html' title='And the second innings…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114364026898769573</id><published>2006-03-29T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:01:56.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>150 not out but…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No girls… this post is not on cricket… so chillax ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October 2005 I posted my 100th post… that came in slightly over 7 months, and in next 6 months I could blog only 50 posts…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;this is my 150th post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;… Wuhuuuu… cool na… &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but there is a substantial reduction in my blogging speed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But will this trend continue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ohh great… so its gonna be better na…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I mean its gonna go worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year in December, for the first time a thought came in my mind to quit blogs… but then I was like nopes no quitting till I complete my one year… and recently I came up with my anniversary post :-)&lt;br /&gt;Then the count was close to 150 so I thought to hang round till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;So am I gonna quit blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not exactly but my blog will switch into silent mode…&lt;/span&gt; for next few weeks it will be as cold as dead. I do have plans to be back, but when I don’t know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will take a lot of my friends on surprise but I guess I’m not left with any options. 24 hours in a day seems to be too less for me… I’ll try to bargain with god if he can consider my request to increase the number of hours in a day for me as a special case so that I can be in touch with you guys thru blogs… but considering my pervious experience with him I doubt if he would entertain my request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the financial year coming to an end, there is ample work pressure, moreover audits will take place soon and then I’ve got some other personal things lined up… and the only way I can devote myself to my real world is after withdrawing myself from my virtual world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that I’ll be back… I don’t think I will be able to blog with the same pace or dedication but then its difficult to be away from this beautiful world and the beautiful people I’ve met in last one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So for the time being… Puneet virtually signs off from his virtual world…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’ve categorized all my previous 150 posts to the best I cud… herez the link… just incase you wanna get more bored than you already are ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Blog Landmarks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/150-not-out-but.html" target="new"&gt;150 Notout but... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/celebration-time-puneetdreamz.html" target="new"&gt;Celebration time at puneetdreamz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-day-and-100th-post.html" target="new"&gt;My First day and 100th Post…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Absurd Humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/bajate-raho.htmltarget=new"&gt;Bajate Raho &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/supreme-dominance-when-staying.html" target="new"&gt;Supreme dominance when staying alone…girls like it this way…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolutions-do-u-have-any.html" target="new"&gt;Resolutions... Do U have any ??? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-they-bitch-so-easily.html" target="new"&gt;And they bitch so easily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-anything-can-go-wrong-it-will.html" target="new"&gt;If anything can go wrong, it will&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/tactics-girls-often-use.html" target="new"&gt;Tactics girls often use&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/eerie-interviews.html" target="new"&gt;Eerie Interviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/wacky-thoughts-mumbai-roads-again.html" target="new"&gt;Wacky thoughts… Mumbai roads again…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/hume-tumse-pyaar-kitna.html" target="new"&gt;Hume tumse pyaar kitna…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/bumper-one-liners.html" target="new"&gt;Bumper – One Liners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My world n Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/weird-am-i.html" target="new"&gt;Weird... Am I ??? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-z-about-me.html" target="new"&gt;A to Z about Me &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/meet-my-best-pal.html" target="new"&gt;Meet my Best Pal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/puneet-his-pranks.html" target="new"&gt;Puneet &amp; his Pranks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-she-went-away.html" target="new"&gt;And she went away…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/13-facts-about-me.html" target="new"&gt;13 Facts about me…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/99-facts-about-me.html" target="new"&gt;99 Facts about Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/mess-is-synonymous-with-my-room.html" target="new"&gt;Mess is synonymous with my room&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/married-or-happy.html" target="new"&gt;Married OR Happy ???&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/he-is-jolly-good-fellow-he-is-jolly.html" target="new"&gt;He is a jolly good fellow… he is a jolly good fellow…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Missing Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-love-letters.html" target="new"&gt;Love... Love letters &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-someone-very-special.html" target="new"&gt;For someone very special...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-are-so-different-yet-so-similar.html" target="new"&gt;We are so different yet so similar… &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/imtehaan-ho-gayi-intezaar-ki.html" target="new"&gt;Imtehaan ho gayi intezaar ki...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/damn-it-say-yes-now.html" target="new"&gt;Damn it! Say a YES now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On You…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/steal-from-me.html" target="new"&gt;Steal from me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-and-how-would-you-have-liked-me.html" target="new"&gt;Where and how would you have liked me to meet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/white-lies.html" target="new"&gt;White Lies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-one-is-on-you-friendz.html" target="new"&gt;This one is on you friendz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Festive Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/sharing-fun.htmltarget=new"&gt;Sharing the fun &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/rang-barse-bheege-chunar-wali-rang.htmltarget=new"&gt;Rang Barse... Bheege Chunar wali... Rang Barse... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/jingle-bells-jingle-bells-jingle-all.html" target="new"&gt;Jingle bells... jingle bells... Jingle all the way...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/crackers-of-happiness-and-candles-of.html" target="new"&gt;Crackers of Happiness and Candles of Love…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-off-what-relief.html" target="new"&gt;A day off… what a relief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-gokulashtmi.html" target="new"&gt;Happy Gokulashtmi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-u-sis.html" target="new"&gt;Love U Sis…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm Celebrating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/mumbai-welcomed-misty.html" target="new"&gt;Mumbai welcomed Misty :-)&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-soniye-6th-feb.html" target="new"&gt;Happy Birthday Soniye - 6th Feb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-feet-can-help-lend-hand.html" target="new"&gt;Your feet can help lend a hand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-post-of-this-year.html" target="new"&gt;Last Post of this Year :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthdays-in-bulk.html" target="new"&gt;Birthdays in Bulk…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-teachers-day.html" target="new"&gt;Happy Teacher’s Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-friendship-day.html" target="new"&gt;Happy Friendship Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-i-got-her.html" target="new"&gt;Finally I got her&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/house-party.html" target="new"&gt;A House Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-dad-10th-july.html" target="new"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad: 10th July&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-bdy-mom-18-june.html" target="new"&gt;Happy B'dy Mom - 18 June&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-dance-floor-oh-kudhiye-nach-baliye.html" target="new"&gt;On the dance floor oh kudhiye - Nach baliye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/water-water-every-where.html" target="new"&gt;Water water every where&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/calming-retreat.html" target="new"&gt;A Calming Retreat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On my bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/three-years-and-on.html" target="new"&gt;Three years… and on…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/driving-temperament.html" target="new"&gt;Driving Temperament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-going-gets-tough-it-gets-worse.html" target="new"&gt;When going gets tough it gets worse…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-stars-are-not-good-right-now.html" target="new"&gt;My Stars are not good right now…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-bike-encounters.html" target="new"&gt;My Bike encounters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-close-miss.html" target="new"&gt;Another close miss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-truck-hit-my-bike.html" target="new"&gt;When truck hit my bike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Only Reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/rang-de-basanti.html" target="new"&gt;Rang De Basanti &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/jaadu-hain-nasha-hain.html" target="new"&gt;Jaadu Hain Nasha Hain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-weekend-date-with-movies.html" target="new"&gt;My weekend date with Movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/sarkar-hats-off.html" target="new"&gt;Sarkar: Hats off&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/parineeta-class-movie.html" target="new"&gt;Parineeta – A class movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/bb-running-housefull.html" target="new"&gt;B&amp;amp;B running housefull&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/bollywood-babes-cannes.html" target="new"&gt;Bollywood babes at Cannes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-more-sexy-roles-says-sameera.html" target="new"&gt;No more SEXY roles, says Sameera &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/kaal-what-f-of-movie.html" target="new"&gt;KAAL: What the F*** of a movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-not-bajirao.html" target="new"&gt;I’m not Bajirao&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/freaking-on-movies.html" target="new"&gt;Freaking on movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/02/alexander-movie_21.html" target="new"&gt;Alexander - The Movie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Point of View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-believe-what-we-are-told.htmltarget=new"&gt;We believe what we are told &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-is-not-choice.htmltarget=new"&gt;Love is not choice &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/comment-here-and-you-will.html" target="new"&gt;Comment here and U will... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/failures-often-teach-us-more.html" target="new"&gt;Failures often teach us more… &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/re-live-will-u.html" target="new"&gt;Re-Live... Will U ??? ... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/they-say-its-illegal.html" target="new"&gt;They Say its illegal &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-love-or-your-friendship.html" target="new"&gt;Your Love or Your Friendship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/scissors-cutting-scenes-or-clothes.html" target="new"&gt;Scissors cutting the scenes or the clothes…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/stealing-kiss.html" target="new"&gt;Stealing a Kiss&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/media-is-just-selling-scrap.html" target="new"&gt;Media is just selling scrap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-keep-blessing-as-you-have-always.html" target="new"&gt;Just keep blessing as you have always done…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/dus-bahane-kar-ke-le-gaye-dil-le-gaye.html" target="new"&gt;Dus Bahane kar ke le gaye dil… le gaye dil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/sbi-never-thought-they-are-so.html" target="new"&gt;SBI – Never thought they are so professional…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/uppar-ki-kamai.html" target="new"&gt;“Uppar ki Kamai”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/educated-illiterates.html" target="new"&gt;Educated Illiterates&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-dirty-jokes.html" target="new"&gt;No dirty jokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-women-drive-two-wheeler.html" target="new"&gt;How women drive a two-wheeler…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/formal-dressing-on-sunday.html" target="new"&gt;Formal dressing on Sunday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/thru-with-boards.html" target="new"&gt;Thru with Boards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/dream-team-delivers-dream.html" target="new"&gt;Dream team delivers the dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/02/indian-idol-grand-finale.html" target="new"&gt;Indian Idol - Grand Finale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/02/aman-mini-are-hopeless-on-indian-idol.html" target="new"&gt;Aman &amp; Mini are Hopeless on Indian Idol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/02/celebrating-love.html" target="new"&gt;Celebrating Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That’s Mumbai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/rain-rain-go-away-mumbaities-need-some.html" target="new"&gt;Rain Rain Go Away… Mumbaities Need Some Relief to Stay &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/monsoon-mumbai-me-and-my-journey-back.html" target="new"&gt;Monsoon, Mumbai &amp;amp; Me and My Journey Back Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/monsoon-messes-mumbai.html" target="new"&gt;Monsoon Messes Mumbai&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/tip-tip-barsaa-paani-and-rest-is-ur.html" target="new"&gt;Tip tip barsaa paani… and the rest is ur imagination&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/traffic-jam-at-zero-hrs.html" target="new"&gt;Traffic Jam at Zero hrs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/traffic-police-never-gonna-improve.html" target="new"&gt;Traffic police never gonna improve.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/best-on-strike.html" target="new"&gt;BEST on strike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/gambling-on-roads.html" target="new"&gt;Gambling on roads&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Daily Cribbings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-routinesome-change.htmltarget=new"&gt;Some routine…some change… &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-goodsome-bad-some-made-me-happy.html" target="new"&gt;Some good….some bad… some made me happy &amp; some sad… &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/f-r-i-e-n-d-s.html" target="new"&gt;F.. R.. I.. E.. N.. D.. S..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-light-moments.html" target="new"&gt;Some Light Moments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-i-was-welcomed.html" target="new"&gt;And I was welcomed…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/two-years-and-i-decided-to-move-on.html" target="new"&gt;Two years and I decided to move on…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-some-glance.html" target="new"&gt;Just some glance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-all-went-in-vain.html" target="new"&gt;It all went in vain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/celebrating-independence.html" target="new"&gt;Celebrating Independence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/yet-in-vacation-mood.html" target="new"&gt;Yet in Vacation Mood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-is-experiment.html" target="new"&gt;Life is an experiment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/straw-that-broke-camels-back.html" target="new"&gt;A straw that broke the camel’s back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-in-end-its-not-years-in-your-life.html" target="new"&gt;And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-to-square-one.html" target="new"&gt;Back to square one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/excuse-me-friends.html" target="new"&gt;Excuse me friends...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/freaking-out-with-friends.html" target="new"&gt;Freaking out with friends…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/monday-blues.html" target="new"&gt;MONDAY BLUES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/free-cakes-not-that-yummy.html" target="new"&gt;Free cakes – not that yummy…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/how-i-cooked-maggie-noodles.html" target="new"&gt;How I cooked Maggie Noodles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/post-impact-of-picnic.html" target="new"&gt;Post impact of the Picnic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/leaving-keys-at-home.html" target="new"&gt;Leaving keys at home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/strange-policies-on-laptops.html" target="new"&gt;Strange policies on laptops&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/disturbing-phone-talks.html" target="new"&gt;Disturbing phone talks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/getting-home-early.html" target="new"&gt;Getting home early…&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/working-late-hours.html" target="new"&gt;Working Late Hours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Simply Timepass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/story.html" target="new"&gt;A story... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/chat-and-enjoyy.html" target="new"&gt;Chat and Enjoyy...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-one-worth-possessing-can-be-quite.html" target="new"&gt;No one worth possessing can be quite possessed &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-filler.html" target="new"&gt;Time Filler ;-) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-silly-secrets.html" target="new"&gt;Some Silly Secrets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging-time-pass.html" target="new"&gt;Blogging Time Pass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged-again.html" target="new"&gt;Tagged again !!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged-seven.html" target="new"&gt;Tagged: Seven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/lifes-little-instruction-book.html" target="new"&gt;Life's Little Instruction Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-guys-like-girls.html" target="new"&gt;Why guys like girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-love-style_07.html" target="new"&gt;My Love Style&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-beauty-that-captures-your.html" target="new"&gt;It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/helmet-one-liners.html" target="new"&gt;Helmet – One-liners&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/left-brain-vs-right-brain.html" target="new"&gt;Left-brain vs. Right brain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/03/whom-should-we-follow.html" target="new"&gt;Whom should we follow?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/02/power-of-human-mind.html" target="new"&gt;Power of human mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cricket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/will-to-conquer-is-first-condition-of.html" target="new"&gt;"The will to conquer is the first condition of victory"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-won-malayagiri-cricket-tournament.html" target="new"&gt;We Won: Malayagiri Cricket Tournament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/05/galli-cricket-is-back.html" target="new"&gt;Galli Cricket is back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/talking-about-consistency.html" target="new"&gt;Talking about Consistency&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/fortune-favours-saurav.html" target="new"&gt;Fortune favours Saurav&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-saurav-is-in-team.html" target="new"&gt;Why Saurav is in the team?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(What ever time I cud extract got utilised in writing this extra long post ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114364026898769573?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114364026898769573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114364026898769573&amp;isPopup=true' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114364026898769573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114364026898769573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/150-not-out-but.html' title='150 not out but…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114321055763454384</id><published>2006-03-24T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:24:46.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bajate Raho ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All cricket lovers must be upset with the recent defeat in test match against England. Anways, lots read/seen in newspaper, on blogs and on television…&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; this post is no analysis on cricket…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a crazy thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hit my mind… what some of our cricket stars would be thinking after the defeat… so here I go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suarav Ganguly&lt;/strong&gt; : Huh ‘so called’ TEAM INDIA still looses the way it used to under my captainship… so why sack me alone… “Aur Banao captain Dravid ko”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Main Intezaar Karunga, Team Apni Coach Parayee” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rahul Dravid&lt;/strong&gt; : Ooooh I thought England will drop my catches too, wasn’t that a silent deal… doesn’t matter I’m Captain anyways till 2007 and in good books of Chappell too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Deewar but without Birla Cement” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachin Tendulkar&lt;/strong&gt; : Aaila I’m again out for 2 months… yet again thanks to my injury… finally something is consistent with me… my injuries, can still manage soft corner coz people blame injury for my non-performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Master Blaster in complete plaster” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greg Chappell&lt;/strong&gt; : I need to exchange mail with someone real fast to divert the attention from this failure…&lt;br /&gt;Wish Saurav was in team… I’m missing my scapegoat ;-)&lt;br /&gt;It’s team effort… whom to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “English Babu Desi Team” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virendra Sehwag&lt;/strong&gt; : Network was busy so ‘meri ma’ ka phone nahin aaya…but my wife said since chickens are effected with flew… ducks will do, good atleast someone will be happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Batsmen No. 9 2 11 ” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anil Kumble&lt;/strong&gt; : Now I’ve to come ‘one down’ at batting also… too tough at 35yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Main Hoon Na” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MS Dhoni&lt;/strong&gt; : My Hair style is not working for me… I thought after hitting the ball, it falls only beyond the boundary… I’m Misjudging… catches… stumping and boundaries… Mumbai ke dhoodh mey milawat hain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Catch Choda to Darna Kya” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irfaan Pathan&lt;/strong&gt; : Was I selected as opener… or as a strike bowler or as a middle order batsman… or as a…&lt;br /&gt;Gosh can anyone tell me my role… thoughts going ‘all round’ my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “All rounder banaya aapne” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VVS Laxman&lt;/strong&gt; : Thank God I was not playing, anyways I wouldn’t have scored, now my chances of getting selected for next match increases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Should be in test team atleast - Bas Itna Sa Khwaab Hai ” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M. Kaif&lt;/strong&gt; : I was the only guy who played in previous games and still I was not selected. Kam se kam 12th man rakha hota, 3-4 catches to pakad leta,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Apne Hue Paraye” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yuvraj Singh&lt;/strong&gt; : I told you ‘Kim’; I’ll meet you early today after the match. Next time I’ll try to make it before lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Akele Hum Akele Tum - Kim aur Yuvi” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sreesanth, Munaf &amp; Other bowlers&lt;/strong&gt; : 15 catches dropped, We virtually got all of them out twice in each innings, we really are strike bowlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Fielders Huye Pagal” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wasim Jaffer&lt;/strong&gt; : I can give Dravid a serious competition, na na nothing to do with captaincy but our strike rate matches a lot… less than 20…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Run Banane Bhi Do Yaaro ” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harbhajan Singh&lt;/strong&gt; : Firang Sardar asardar aur main local bekar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Phir Wohi Spin Laya Hoon” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indian Selectors&lt;/strong&gt; : Do we need a separate Test Team? One-day team scores more than the test team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Team Wohi Jo Match Jeet Kar Laye ” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrew Flintoff&lt;/strong&gt; : Oooh I didn’t remove my t-shirt…just forgot… but good in a way, coz Dravid is replacing Ganguly everywhere, and I guess he might at Lords Balcony too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “Wah team ho to aisi” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;England team management &amp;amp; coach&lt;/strong&gt; : The trick of bringing 2000 England supporters (of that 1500females, and of that 1100 watching matches in bikini) finally did the trick… we got their attention at right places at right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Quote – “11 Khiladi aur 1100 haseena” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114321055763454384?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114321055763454384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114321055763454384&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114321055763454384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114321055763454384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/bajate-raho.html' title='Bajate Raho ;-)'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113508666440556127</id><published>2006-03-20T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:56:44.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We believe what we are told</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; No offence against any religion or whatsoever... Purely my personal opinion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never fond of reading… specially novels and all… few days’ back I called up my friend to meet in colony after office and since she needed some reason to come out of her home (coz it was 8.30 and her dad sometimes behave like Hitler), she took this book along to give it to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like… u know I dun read much then why this book… but she insisted on reading this… and was sure that I would love it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book in discussion was &lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/novels/davinci_code/plot.html" target="new"&gt;“Da Vinci Code”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the following weekend I made an outstation trip and got the opportunity to read the book… and here is an interesting conversation between my friend and me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey luv u for da Vinci Code… read some odd 100 pages… It’s simply awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friend:&lt;/strong&gt; I know… U &amp; I share the same tastes in life… :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ye thats true… except for a sip of Vodka n a flesh of meat ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friend:&lt;/strong&gt; I am quite sure you would have liked it… If you were born some other place… some other time… some variables here n there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; That “if” changes the entire perception… lets live without it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; Aint it always like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Indeed is ;-) but love for perception thru “if” is never less either ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; ;) Ah wisdom… we are so full of it… he he he… abhi bas kar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Thats just one of our bizzare style of interaction ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I shared this conversation just for fun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a working week I could complete the entire book… that too during a hectic week… after having my dinner I used to read book till 2-3 in the night… it was so addictive… the twists… the turns… were simply awesome…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coming to the story… it will shatter your trust on Christianity and God… some times its difficult to doubt the facts that are narrated in the book… or rather the way in which they are narrated…&lt;br /&gt;But if you are a true holy Christian then please don’t read this book… it might hurt your sentiments…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from a purely novel point of veiw, I believe this could be one of the best written book... ya its one of the most controversial also... &lt;em&gt;If you have read this book then please let me know what you think about it :-) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm not so 'crazy' about History as such… but I love if someone attempts to prove that the old age customs we are following were mere convenience of the people who were in the power during that era… and they have just given some mythological link or have attached such other similar stories(beliefs) behind it… to attract the public acceptance…&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it’s the same for any religion… in any part of the globe…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can’t follow anything blindly just because a group of people called community is following it… there should me a meaning attached to that custom… and that meaning should appear logical to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my sis and I get nice lecture from mom that we don’t respect culture and all that blah blah…&lt;br /&gt;For me Ramayan and Mahabharat are mere mythological stories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact the whole perception with which I see Mahabharat is different… the whole kingdom for which the fight happened was always “Duryodhan’s” but he was always shown as a bad guy… I mean if someone will gamble his wife and loose that gamble and then blame the other for misbehaving… who is the real culprit&lt;br /&gt;This is one such incident I can give u plenty of such reasonings where the so-called “good” side were not so good… Neways thats my perception ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even endorse the custom of Karwa Chowth… I fail to understand how a husband’s life will be long coz of wife keeping a fast on a particular day… and leave alone that… how the hell moon comes into picture…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne ways… people who believe do… (Including my aunts… grandmas… some of my friends… n my sweet GF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;History… is always debated… coz the same story is different when told in different region/state/country... it’s based on what we have heard since we were kids… or what people have endorsed thru books and what we have heard need not be true always… ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;PS: This post was drafted in December last year... finally its on air ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113508666440556127?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113508666440556127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113508666440556127&amp;isPopup=true' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113508666440556127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113508666440556127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/we-believe-what-we-are-told.html' title='We believe what we are told'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114259359157377957</id><published>2006-03-17T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:29:21.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing the fun</title><content type='html'>I hope you guys had a safe and happy Holi (all those who played).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In olden days when Holi was played, for preparing colours, flowers of Tesu/Kalash were used. This flower had some medicinal value. But now people mix chemicals in colours and also use oil paints… that’s so disgusting and bad for skin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Photosession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Photosession.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That’s me… We played only with Gulal and water… Infact in the Northern and Central India Holi is played in grand style… the festival goes for almost a week and they use some nice “pakka” colours that stay for days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do me a favour lets play Holi”… a sidy song from the movie ‘waqt’ urging someone to play holi… that’s not how this festival is played… I still believe in the older version… &lt;em&gt;Aaj na chhodenge bas humjoli.. Khelenge hum holi.. Khelenge hum holi..Chaahe bheege teri chunariya, chaahe bheege re choli... Khelenge hum holi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/MoreFun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/MoreFun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/KhanaPeenaChalu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/KhanaPeenaChalu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our friends don’t play Holi… so every year we go to their house… give them dhamki… “tu bahar aa rahi hain ki hum andar aaye”… and then… rang barse ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herez the link for Holi snaps…&lt;a href="http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=puneetdreamz&amp;P=8D15&amp;amp;AID=3335885&amp;Pres=Y" target="new"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guys went to Shirdi in Jan 06…for viewing the snaps of the trip… &lt;a href="http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=puneetdreamz&amp;P=8D15&amp;AID=3240475&amp;Pres=Y" target="new"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have a nice weekend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114259359157377957?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114259359157377957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114259359157377957&amp;isPopup=true' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114259359157377957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114259359157377957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/sharing-fun.html' title='Sharing the fun'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114233931138398640</id><published>2006-03-14T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T09:29:06.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rang Barse... Bheege Chunar wali... Rang Barse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On Friday I was cribbing about the traffic… here are some of the pics of traffic jam… the pic is taken from the canteen of my office.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(013).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28013%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(015).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28015%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Friday night I was returning back home at 12:15 from Malad after meeting some of my friends and I reached home in 40mins (covering a distance of almost 28kms) and in the morning I barely covered a distance of 2.8kms in 40mins… ;-) Strange …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just thought of sharing about that incidence…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;India will be celebrating Holi&lt;/strong&gt;…(infact at some parts already started)... Holi... the festival of colours… I’ve always loved this festive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Its one of my favourites… during our childhood we used to have amazing fun throwing ballons… having colours all over the face… guys ragging girls and vice versa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Actually when we guys used to play cricket, the girls group used to throw balloons from the corridors of the building… one week full of this natak…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;we guys used to keep a track of the girls who were very active in throwing balloons and on the day of Holi we used to take the revenge in complete style…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The fun and masti have reduced but not vanished… I’ll be celebrating holi with my colony friends and my family…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Singing Holi songs is big time fun… being in group and singing at the top of our voices… and if therez a “dholak” then the mazza doubles :-)&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/image003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I’m sure some of my friends would be lost in the rang of bhang… so its gonna be fun watching them and taking care of them ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Kuchh rang ho, sab sang ho,&lt;br /&gt;Aur ho barish gulal ki,&lt;br /&gt;Ek nayi subah, nav geet-swar,&lt;br /&gt;Laye Holi is saal ki"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;W&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how will you be celebrating this festival???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114233931138398640?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114233931138398640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114233931138398640&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114233931138398640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114233931138398640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/rang-barse-bheege-chunar-wali-rang.html' title='Rang Barse... Bheege Chunar wali... Rang Barse...'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114197185909704712</id><published>2006-03-09T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:27:22.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some routine…some change…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday morning it rained heavily here… rains in Mumbai are always special for the Mumbaities… a welcome change from the humid atmosphere… throughout the day the atmosphere was so cool and romantic… had my GF been here I would have surely bunked the office…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;For a change I left early for home… I thought I’d get nice time to hang around with my blog-friends on YM but destiny had some thing else stored for me… There was a short circuit in the power-buster that connects my PC :-(…pretty sad… that made me upset… I’ve given it for repairing… hope to catch you guys soon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I utilized that idle time to play around with my cell (which recently got repaired)… and also to read the book (Eleven Minutes), which was half read and was lying on my bed since days ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Friday… one of my favorite days… but what a bad start… The traffic in the morning was gruesome… it took me 45min on bike to complete a distance, which normally takes only 10mins… 45min that too after taking my bikes from all the possible gaps…kaacha road… and driving from the wrong side… the scorching heat and humidity… the voice of the horn…and the frustration of every sufferer stuck in traffic was making the going worse…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Andheri always amazes me with its ability to provide most miserable driving conditions… whenever I feel this is the worse… this place ends up putting me into a more horrible situation… that’s why I believe worse is yet to come ;-) and I request god… please deduct the number of years I spent in Andheri from the total numbers of years he allots me to hell ;-)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways that’s enough of cribbing from me… I’ve some nice plans on cards for the weekend… I hope they are not screwed up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all an awesome weekend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114197185909704712?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114197185909704712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114197185909704712&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114197185909704712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114197185909704712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-routinesome-change.html' title='Some routine…some change…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114165631511031910</id><published>2006-03-06T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T09:11:48.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is not a choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who to care&lt;br /&gt;Who to protect&lt;br /&gt;Who to Share life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But U can never choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who to fall in love with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love is not a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s DESTINY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was a SMS forward I received couple of days back and it made me think for a while…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How true is it???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Can we actually choose whom to fall in love with… or it just happens…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many qualities we have in our mind… (The andekha anjana concept of DDLJ) do we actually think of all those when we fall in love???&lt;br /&gt;Do we tick mark or say, “Yes” or “No” against the so-called ‘perfect’ list we have in our mind for our lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Chahat par bas nahin badi belagam hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Har koi apne ishq ke dar par gulam hain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree that love is not a choice... its destiny...&lt;br /&gt;it happens when we expect it the least... or with the person we never would have thought... or its so fast that we realise only after falling for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm only talking about falling in love... not about a relationship... or staying with that person for life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Khata to tab ho jab hole dil kisi se kahe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Kisi ko chahate rehna koi khata to nahin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;What do you think... is it true ???&lt;/span&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/10846188-114165631511031910?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114165631511031910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114165631511031910&amp;isPopup=true' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114165631511031910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114165631511031910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-is-not-choice.html' title='Love is not a choice'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114097561903488417</id><published>2006-03-02T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T09:00:32.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three years… and on…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Three years… so fast… we used to be together everyday in the morning and in the evening… some time late nights also…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such I never had a problem with her… I tried to keep her happy most of the time… ofcourse there were instances when she left me in dismay but I take it as a part and parcel of my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually 4 months after I got into my first Job… I realized its gonna be impossible to live without her… I asked my parents but initially they were not ready, but fortunately even they were convinced that we both could handle ourselves quite nicely…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love her the same way I used to do when I saw her for the first time… oh yes… I fell in love with her at first sight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shez my beautiful bike… ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has made an impact on my daily life in numerous ways… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She and my daily routine…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort… convenience…. mobility… independence… style… she has given me all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She and my GF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has some special attachment with my GF… although they have only met thrice but the bonding seems to be so very strong... whenever I have a quarrel with her, my bike retaliates on me... if today I'll have a fight with her... then tomm for sure my bike will get puncture...&lt;br /&gt;also when my GF is very down... my bikes breaks down...&lt;br /&gt;and no I'm not kidding... I'm observing this since 3 years... (some black magic I guess ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She and my other female friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she is so loyal to my GF... how can she like my other female friends ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Jokes apart...&lt;br /&gt;Till six months back, I never gave lift to any of my female friends on my bike... girls were always a big No No when it came to riding on my bike...&lt;br /&gt;Strange it may sound... but it's true...&lt;br /&gt;My bike was nicked as Bachelor’s bike… Bramhachari Bike… and so on…&lt;br /&gt;Only after I drove with my GF... my bike lost its virginity ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off late I've been a bit liberal… and started giving lifts to my female friends… but I’m very choosy about it… it's only if I want to or if there is no other option available… else I bluntly say a No... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She and my Blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What blogging has to do with bike???&lt;br /&gt;For me a lot :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last one whole week I was without my bike… coz it got punctured on Monday morning… and last whole week I was not able to blog much also…&lt;br /&gt;So was that a co-incidence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do my bike virtually links me to virtual world…&lt;br /&gt;Yes it does :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bike saves my 1.5 to 2 hrs a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without her the flexibility is lost… I can’t stay late coz I’ve to get up early to catch the company’s bus… same in the evening…&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise… sometimes just to avoid traffic I used to be in office and use the fantastic net speed to catch up with the blog posts…. (sshhshhhhh no one is gonna say this at my office ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;She and my Blogging posts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some posts sharing about her and my encounters... providing the links... just incase if you are interested and have nothing else to do ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-truck-hit-my-bike.html" target="new"&gt;When truck hit my bike &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-close-miss.html" target="new"&gt;Another close miss &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-bike-encounters.html" target="new"&gt;My bike encounters &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-stars-are-not-good-right-now.html" target="new"&gt;My stars are not good right now &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/driving-temperament.html" target="new"&gt;Driving Temperament &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3 years and close to 36,000kms... we have a long way to go :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thanks to my sweetheart bike… for making my life easy :-)&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114097561903488417?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114097561903488417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114097561903488417&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114097561903488417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114097561903488417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/03/three-years-and-on.html' title='Three years… and on…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114097558311177720</id><published>2006-02-26T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T08:39:16.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai welcomed Misty :-)&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It was a much awaited… long planned… and an overdue trip… thanks Misty you finally made it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Misty…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the gorgeous and very sweet bong babe… from Delhi… &lt;em&gt;(A regular IT member and one time hardcore Blogger… who now has moved her writing space to live journal)&lt;/em&gt; was in Mumbai on 24th and 25th of Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The bloggers gang of Mumbai decided to meet her on Saturday 25th…&lt;/span&gt; the place after lots of revision and consultation was finalized at &lt;strong&gt;Shopper Stop&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;SS&lt;/strong&gt;), Chembur…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty was staying with&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Divya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so Divya made sure she enjoyed the Mumbai ki local train to Ragda… Thane sey Ghatkhopar tak local main ragda ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was scheduled at 2pm… but at 1.30 Divya called me and said they have reached… and I was like… itne jaldi (so soon)… they told me to rush… and bring &lt;em&gt;“matke ka pani”&lt;/em&gt; from home ;-) LOL… Mumbai is hot (&amp; happening too)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best… but could reach SS only by 2.10… these girls were at&lt;strong&gt; McDonalds&lt;/strong&gt; to avoid the heat &amp;amp; fill their hungry stomach… I saw a pretty girl waiting at SS… for a second I thought is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;m000nie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;??? But I didn’t take risk of approaching… and went to McDonald (which is next to SS)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a big HIIII and how are u ;-)…&lt;br /&gt;Divya asked me wherez m000nie???&lt;br /&gt;I said… I dun know… I saw a girl waitn at SS… but since I’ve not seen her I wasn’t sure… then Divya went to check out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met misty for the first time in person… but there was no breaking of ice funda… we met as if we know each other for ages… She and Divya had already finished the French fries and Coke… merey liye kuch nahin rakha :-(…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon Divya came along with another pretty looking and smart babez… whom we all know as m000nie… I met her also for the first time… then again all those typical Hiiiiiis n how are uu...ssss ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Misty is such a sweetheart… she got a gift for all her friends in Mumbai… that’s so so sweet of you dear… thanks a million :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to join us was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Kiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;… Kiran and Misty had only heard about each other and this was the first time they interacted…&lt;br /&gt;So four pretty girls and me the only lucky guy… the “&lt;strong&gt;kishan kanhaiya&lt;/strong&gt;” ;-)… but destiny had more for me ;-)… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Uttara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was yet to join the group…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divya called her up to know that it would take another 40 min for her to join all of us… and since some of us were hungry we moved to &lt;strong&gt;Creams Centre (CC)&lt;/strong&gt; which was above McDonalds :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all would have just got settled ki I asked Misty… as to what all Mumbai food she had tasted so far… and Kiran started with her list… pani puri… chat… bhel… pav bhaji… the moment we got to know Misty had not tried Pav Bhaji we all decided to change our hangout&lt;em&gt; to a famous Pav Bhaji restaurant in Chembur…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sadguru&lt;/strong&gt; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what to do… we had just entered CC…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should we be rude and move out…&lt;br /&gt;or should we order something for the hec of it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we all were a bit courteous (&amp; rich Lol) we decided not leave without ordering anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deciding on the menu was great fun…all were cracking so many PJs ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty was quick to decide for her &lt;strong&gt;Fresh Lime soda&lt;/strong&gt;…salt…which was too salty for her taste…&lt;br /&gt;I for a change also decided quickly for my &lt;strong&gt;Lemon Ice tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divya took lots of time and bhav and finally ordered &lt;strong&gt;Icecream&lt;/strong&gt; (I guess it was butterscotch)… which she enjoyeddddddd like anything…&lt;br /&gt;m000nie was searching the entire Menu to find something to interest her… made 2 choices…Which I forgot :-(…but finally she finalized on &lt;strong&gt;choco chips icecream&lt;/strong&gt; :-)&gt; which was very yummy… :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desserts before main course hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Kiran did lots of TP… (The extra 400gm pickle was on her top list… LOL)… but then ended up with &lt;strong&gt;Diet coke&lt;/strong&gt;… babez maintaining her figure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moment we placed the order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tring Tring… Tring Tring… on my cell&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Every one guessed… it’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;strawy (Soniye)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chweet chweet girl spoke with everyone…&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; was pulling my leg a lot… &lt;em&gt;dekh lunga bachi tujhe ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her call as usual made everyone so happpyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;(Now you also come soon… soniye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The order came… and I was shocked to see my extra large Ice tea… it was equivalent for four… I told waiter…. Ek hi ke liye bola tha ;-)&lt;br /&gt;m000nie was convincing me that half is ice &amp; water and the lemon tea part is actually very less… but I was happy to live in the illusion of having a bigger drink… heehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had almost finished…when Uttara joined us… and for the 4th time… all big HIIIII and how are uuussss ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After chatting at the top of our voices and laughing our hearts out we all moved towards Sadguru to have the main course…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I had some urgent unavoidable work… so I left the girls gang… to join them as soon as I get free…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Any of you girls can describe what all fun you had… the floor is open ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined them back after half n hour but gosh… all were thru with food so fast…&lt;br /&gt;For the second time… merey liye kuch nahin choda ;-)&lt;br /&gt;They were also thru with photo session… but then we took couple of more pics…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misty loved the Pav Bhaji… and also enjoyed her Cheeku Milkshake… (which she left half coz she is one big nakhrebaaz ;-) hehehe kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We also sang birthday … belated birthday songs for m000nie…uttara… soniye… &amp; divya… the rest of the crowd in restaurant were gazing at us ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I had to go to the Airport to drop my Mom… so I said a final bye bye to all the girls except misty… who was also catching the flight same night… so we planned to meet at the airport…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again… any of you girls can share the fun and masti you had… I missed it :-( and I missed the cake also :-( :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a long wait at the Airport… Misty came with Kiran and her friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Imran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (handsome looking guy from Delhi)… whom I met for the first time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again some gossiping… some leg pulling of the African babez … and finally Kiran and me said a goodbye to Misty and Imran…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I met misty… m000nie and Imran for the first time… It was pleasure meeting you all… I’m sure Misty; you must have enjoyed your brief stay in Mumbai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 12:00 midnight misty messaged ki she ws still at the airport coz the flight was delayed due to some technical problem… that was real disgusting… the scheduled flight of 9.30pm took off at 2:00am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;See misty… Mumbai fell in love with you… that’s why the delay…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Floor is open to share your side of the story ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: I can't share Pics without Misty's consent... so you know whom to ask now :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some of you have thought this to be a bloggers meet... but it was a friendz meet to welcome a special friend from Delhi... and its somewhat different ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114097558311177720?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114097558311177720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114097558311177720&amp;isPopup=true' title='75 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114097558311177720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114097558311177720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/mumbai-welcomed-misty.html' title='Mumbai welcomed Misty :-)&gt;'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>75</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114060081481211838</id><published>2006-02-22T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T08:44:37.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some good….some bad… some made me happy &amp; some sad…</title><content type='html'>Lots of things kept happening… had a busy weekend and then a busy week so far…&lt;br /&gt;Lemme share some positives and some negatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;# 1. I met her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Met her (after 3 months).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Rest all happy moments can’t be blogged ;-) lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;I could meet her only for little more than a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;# 2. My bike got punctured.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;I have to use public transport which sucks to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;My traveling time has doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;I’ll only get time in weekend to get the puncture repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Some rest to my back which is constantly under pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Using company’s bus helps me to avoid some rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;# 3. Saw “Rang De Basanti” for the 2nd time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;It was worth second time also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;This time I spent only 50bucks on ticket (last time it was 160).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;Some of my friends couldn’t make it (Option of 3rd time is not ruled out ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;I missed watching India beating Pak in 5th ODI due to the show timings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;# 4. Saw “Aksar”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Udita Goswami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;In the entire balcony there were only 10 people… so I nicely chatted around with my GF (except for the diversions by Udita Goswami)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;It was the safest place in the entire city to spend time ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;The seats of the theater were pathetic… (Not more than the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;# 5. India crushed Pakistan in ODI series.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;India won 4-1 to come out as supreme winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Indian team is no more a one-man show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;Yuvi got injured (Saurav fancying his chances).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;D/L rule gave Pak a match else 5-0 white wash was also possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 6. Since last few days I’m attending a lot of weddings. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Good that my friends have finally realized that happiness is not the only thing in life and they are getting married ;-) (lolz kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Food and Girls at wedding are making it all worth ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Meeting a lot of old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;I need to be a bit careful with my diet as am having a lot of outside food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;Having a tough time selecting gifts… (Thanks to my female friends for all the help)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;Mera number kab aayega ;-) (Wen will my turn come)… I guess I had my share of happiness too ;-) Lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;# 7. I recently found the local intranet site of my colony. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;It has got lots of new Hindi &amp; English movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Soon will copy some of those to my CD. (Piracy begins at home ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;PC is in my Sis room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;Tug of war will start between chatting &amp; watching movies ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;# 8. I blogged almost after a week.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;Got some time for my 'other than blog' life ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;I felt... replying to all the comments (of my earlier post) was better than a new post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-)) &lt;/strong&gt;It made me feel home… I’m BACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:-(( &lt;/strong&gt;Missed you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114060081481211838?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114060081481211838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114060081481211838&amp;isPopup=true' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114060081481211838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114060081481211838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-goodsome-bad-some-made-me-happy.html' title='Some good….some bad… some made me happy &amp; some sad…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-114008126750989255</id><published>2006-02-16T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T06:02:23.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration Time @ puneetdreamz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A year back &lt;em&gt;arz000n&lt;/em&gt; mailed me and introduced me to his blog… the moment I visited his blog I was like… this is a fantastic way to express one’s feeling… and I decided to own one… thanks a million &lt;em&gt;arz000n&lt;/em&gt; for introducing me to the blog world :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arz000n- &lt;/strong&gt;the humour king of blog world… his bizarre post have no match… we were bench mates in 9th and 10th and I thank him for being such a good friend:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main foundation of this blog was my &lt;strong&gt;ex-office group…&lt;/strong&gt; who kept on encouraging me… I didn’t know the concept of blogging… the concept of blog pals and blog hopping… those were the days when my real life friends only read my posts and they kept motivating me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gogoi: &lt;/strong&gt;I owe this guy a lot…such a wonderful friend he has been through out… had patience to go thru all of my posts in the initial days and always gave me his valuable feed back… thanks buddy… I miss u loads on my blog :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ajay Sinai:&lt;/strong&gt; He helped with some of the html codings ;-)... thanks dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiranjeet: &lt;/strong&gt;the beautiful looking panju babe… u have disappeared after ur marriage… thanks for all ur feedback… the first thing in the morning she used to ask me… did u updated ur blog ;-) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jinesh: &lt;/strong&gt;The stylish car rider… kept halting on my blog as and when he got time… he kept motivating me… thank u buddy :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darshana: &lt;/strong&gt;Another office friend of mine who kept encouraging me and admiring my blog… thank you dear :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uttara: &lt;/strong&gt;Her comments always kept my spirits high… always gave me her prompt feed back and made sure I come out with best… and after seeing the fun on blog world she finally turned into a hard core blogger… thanks a million… her word-fights with Gogoi was a major attraction for all my office gang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deepali: &lt;/strong&gt;An online non-blogging friend… I came to know a bit later that shez also a regular visitor of my blog… hardly gave her comments but hardly missed out on any posts either :-)… thanks so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My blog hardly had any visitors… but I enjoyed writing… it was only after 2.5 months and 39 posts… I met my first blog pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawn – &lt;/strong&gt;I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your support… she hardly missed out on any posts after coming here… an awesome writer… can relate life to so many things and that too so beautifully… learnt a lot from her… the quotes which shares with every of her post have no match… simply out of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aur fir log milte gaye karwaan banta gaya…. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hagrid – &lt;/strong&gt;thank u buddy for your sweet comments… u disappeared after marriage so now I can see what will be my future too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manish – &lt;/strong&gt;Those who all love Hindi should not miss his blog… my first visit to his blog and I was impressed… such a great music lover… thanks a lot buddy for adding so many beautiful songs to my favorites…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unaiza Nazim – &lt;/strong&gt;A sweet friend from Pakistan… always showered her affection thru her sweet comments… thank u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bold and Beautiful – &lt;/strong&gt;Thanks so much dear for all your support and ever green teasing comments… it’s so nice to meet you at blog world… hope to meet you someday in person…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chantal – &lt;/strong&gt;Another online non-blog friend… she was a regular visitor at this place for quite some time…. And then all of a sudden dunno where she went… hope to catch up with her some day... thanks dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keshi – &lt;/strong&gt;She came and brought along sunshine of love and happiness… the most happening blogger… am completely fidao over her writing… she also ignited the spark of flirting in me… can’t forget those initial days of flirting sweeti… you are one of the most beautiful persons I’ve ever met… thanks for being a true and loving friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Akruti – &lt;/strong&gt;The way she pen down her thoughts is simply awesome, and shayaris/songs adds as a jewel to her posts… her post always inspires me to write some shayari spot on… a very good friend and a very beautiful person by heart. Thanks for being a part of my mini world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dewdrop – &lt;/strong&gt;One of my very old blog pal but still I dun know much about her, she has very successfully hidden her identity behind Dewdy… :-)&gt;… brilliant writer and a very nice friend…always admire her comments… thanks for all your support dear :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avik – &lt;/strong&gt;The variety of topics he covers in his blog is just too good… thanks for sharing your thoughts and views… nice to meet you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophia – &lt;/strong&gt;She calls me ‘sweet killer’ ;-) but she has an art of sweetly killing people with her ever so romantic poems… I love the positive attitude she carries… keep it up dear… and thanks for being so sweet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sayesha – &lt;/strong&gt;I love her blog for one simple reason… I can relate her posts with my life… an absolutely fantastic writer… love her theories… an equally witty and smart girl… thanks for making your presence felt here…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phoenix Rises – &lt;/strong&gt;Intially a casual visitor… later became a regular visitor here… sweet girl from Amchi Mumbai… still a lot to know about you dear… thank you for all your support…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Divya – &lt;/strong&gt;Shez the dinchak dinchak girl… the cutest of all… one of my blog friend whom I have met in person… she loves to give a “dishom” to me… a very true friend of mine… thank u baby… am happy to meet u thru blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nitika – &lt;/strong&gt;Another very sweet friend from neighboring country Nepal… she never misses on my posts… even if shez late she catches up with the earlier posts… that’s so so sweet of u dear… would love to meet u in person… thanks always…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pari – &lt;/strong&gt;like Pari she disappeared from Blogworld… but not before showering her love and affection… I miss her good morning mesgs on my chat box the most :-)&gt; … very cute girl… hope shez doing well wherever she is… thank u dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawy – &lt;/strong&gt;All my recent and regular blog friends would know her… Soniye… one of my friends whom I trust the most… no more just a blog pal but a friend for life… Her first visiti here was on my 78th post… but later on she read all my earlier posts and posted a comment on all… thanks for valuing my thoughts and opinions so much… I’m gonna meet you one day for sure :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zombie – &lt;/strong&gt;a very casual blog friend to start with… but off late I found a new friend in her… very different from what I thought about her from her blog… a very sweet n smart babe from Delhi…carries a trade mark of sweet short and crisp comments… thanks for all your support…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4u2nvau/Rohit –&lt;/strong&gt; I was so happy to meet him for the simple reason - I met another CA pal on Blog world… the guy from Australia suddenly went into invisible mode… a very sweet guy… thank you buddy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amutha – &lt;/strong&gt;A very dynamic blogger… takes up sensitive matters so nicely… also mixes it beautifully with her light casual posts… a very beautiful person by heart… thanks for being a part of this place…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pallavi –&lt;/strong&gt; thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and opinions… she is someone who so beautifully shares her life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fatema –&lt;/strong&gt; A very regular visitor… her short and sweet comments always kept me going… hope to see you soon after your vacation break… thanks for all your support&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Musings (m000nie) – &lt;/strong&gt;Shez is the big “di” of blogworld :-)… Twice I missed meeting her ;-) a very cute friend… who is so down to earth and so fun loving… thank u so much :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheesy: &lt;/strong&gt;She is sweet, cute, smart and witty… I just love her witty replies and the way she shares about her daily happenings… keep writing dear… and thanks for being cho chweet… smilesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suhaag: &lt;/strong&gt;A very casual visitor but always shared some awesome shayaris… and made me reply in Shayari… don’t know much about her as she disappeared… hope to see her back… thank you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gumnaaaam: &lt;/strong&gt;Another very sweet friend from Pak… she writes and shares some awesome gazals and nazms… thanks for being around always…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bhumi: &lt;/strong&gt;Another blog friend who has disappeared in silence now… thanks for being around and for your sweet comments…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sebia: &lt;/strong&gt;“sau sonar ki ek lohar ki”… have a love for writing long and very thought provoking posts… thanks for being a part of my virtual world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahan: &lt;/strong&gt;A sweet guy who is also in invisible mode right now… his sweet comments always cheered me… thank u buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brood Mode: &lt;/strong&gt;Another friend whose identity is not known to me… but her crisp comments were always encouraging… thanks a million dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mischelle: &lt;/strong&gt;A very cute girl from Pune… invited her so many times to come to Mumbai but she latkofies me ;-)… very sweet and loving friend… thank you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiran: &lt;/strong&gt;Shez NOT my Blog friend… but my Rakhi Sis… a very cute sis… I dragged her too into the beautiful Blog world… I’ve always got immense respect from her… very caring… love her for this… thanks sis…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raj: &lt;/strong&gt;A very sweet guy… who always followed my posts closely… hope to see him around more… thanks for being here and for your valuable comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susubala: &lt;/strong&gt;She is someone I feel I can turn for advises… very caring and very artistic… thank you for all your wishes and support…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invincible: &lt;/strong&gt;First got introduced to him when an anonymous a** wrote scrap shit abt him, me and arz000n on most of the blogs… that made me sure that he must be a very hit blogger…that was true… an awesome writer and a very sweet guy… also met him in person… thanks buddy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rays of Sun: &lt;/strong&gt;Rapport developed with her in flash of a second… typical Mumbai ki chokri (getting bored in US ;-) lol…) a very very cute girl… love to chat around with her… thanks for all your love and affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dreamgirl: &lt;/strong&gt;She followed my posts for some days and then finally commented…happens to be my friend’s friend… thank you dear for all your admiration and sweet comments… happy to know you thru blogs… hope to see u back …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K Kavitha reddy: &lt;/strong&gt;CA aspirant… a smile came seeing this on her profile… always expressed her opinions and views without any hesitation… thanks for that dear… wish you all the very best for your coming exams… be back after that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deepa: &lt;/strong&gt;A very cute girl… who loves to post comments on chat box…very innocent and very sweet… thank u for sharing your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sadaf: &lt;/strong&gt;A very nice blog pal…thank you for being a part of this place… hope to see you more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gangadhar: &lt;/strong&gt;A rocking dude… and a hard-core blogger… get to learn so many new things from his blog…. Thanks buddy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ash: &lt;/strong&gt;An awesome writer… admire the way she writes… thank you dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My unveilings: &lt;/strong&gt;Owns one of the very creative blogs and a very prolific writer. I’m fortunate to meet you thru blogs… Thank you :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rohit Talwar: &lt;/strong&gt;A very sweet guy and very fun loving and caring, never misses out to be at this place… thanks buddy... he love taking snaps and sharing with his blog friends :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nagraj: &lt;/strong&gt;Hez a crick lover… any updates on Cric and his blog will have it… thanks for being a part of my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Educatedunemployed: &lt;/strong&gt;A very nice and down to earth person… like the way she pen downs her thought… thank you dear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sudeep – &lt;/strong&gt;A very sweet guy… If you remember Sudeep, you had been to my blog once sometime in April last year… it was only few months back we interacted quite often on each other’s blog… thanks pal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lil_kanth – &lt;/strong&gt;A very chweeeet girl from Japan… she keeps dropping by to say Hi… whenever she gets time… so nice to meet you here… thanks for all your affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(The names are in the order of the visits…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to thank all who dropped in this place and shared their opinions with me… thank you buddies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinu, Wanderer, Julia, Nomadic Waves, Vivek Panda, The Ice Princess, Madhvi, Jim, Mridula, Puneetworld, Gypsy, Exasparater, Anbu, Jay, Chennai Pages, Sugababee, Tarun, Nashnui, Pithaly, NyZilleStPuNjAbi, Xtremely_insane, Arun Tatikonda, Quz boss, Tarun, Newsandseduction, Abhishek, Icy Blue, Leon, Arden Forester, L, Dwaipayan, display_name, Sudarshan, Randomthoughts, Zhtip, Illiterate Sneha, Ajay Shetty, Canary, Amit Bulbule, Komal Kanth, MS, Christine n Leon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(I hope I've not missed anyone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last month… there were some new bloggers whom I came across… I thank them all for their continued presence and support…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preeti, Sasi a.k.a Saz, Jigal, Doll, Neetika, Emotions, Rohini, The Bhandari's, Ishita, Vikas Kaul, Anup.777, Yashita, Vamsee, Adorable, Kumar Chetan, Ravi Kanth, Shreedhar, Shantanu, Alapana, fonzter,dewaker basnet and to all others who made a visit here.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undoubtly the biggest post of mine so far… but I feel it was required… my blog was my top priority thru out this year… and I love this place a lot…&lt;br /&gt;It’s my friends and visitors who come here makes this place more beautiful and close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I love you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Puneetdreamz will complete one year on 18th Feb ’06…&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be out of town for the weekend so the advance post… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-114008126750989255?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/114008126750989255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=114008126750989255&amp;isPopup=true' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114008126750989255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/114008126750989255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/celebration-time-puneetdreamz.html' title='Celebration Time @ puneetdreamz'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113984233709218250</id><published>2006-02-13T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:27:38.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love... Love letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;How many of you are/were really blessed to write (or receive) love letters…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For me letters were the main strength and foundation of my relationship with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our relationship was always a long distance one and fortunately the Internet… emails… online chats were not so common during those days… the cell phones used to be the status symbol and STD calls were also really costly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters were the only economic mode of communication… I never thought I’d cherish them so much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thinking about her… first scribbling thoughts on rough paper… searching for a Card and letter pad in Archies Gallery… best possible handwriting… sometimes petals of roses… kissing her name addressed on letter…writing “I love U” at every possible corner…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used speak on phone once a week or once a fortnight and the day we get to know that a letter is posted… every day used to pass by in wait of that letter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon time... the postman used give letters to my grandfather… daily checking with him whether letter has come or not… hiding the desperation and anxiety and hiding the happiness and hiding the inevitable smile of my eyes… when the letter used to reach my hand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/heart-605353.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/heart-605353.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Glaring at the entire letter before reading… kissing her name… smelling the perfume… and to say "love you for this"… reading the letter 'n' number of times… feeling every word of it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one day everything stopped… Internet came in… emails and chat became the mode of communication… I started earning and everything got replaced with phone calls… then SMS and cell phones took over…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And with this super fast means of communication we forgot that there was a special bonding between us by a beautiful mode called… letters…actually love letters…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month back… my dad said… there is a letter for you and I was surprised… a letter… it must be a bank statement or credit card bill… but no… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For a second I glared at her handwriting on envelope… said to myself… it must be her… but why has she written a letter…&lt;br /&gt;Even she had felt that the beautiful conversation we used to have with letters was missing… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/vd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/vd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it was a new start to the old relationship…in an old style, which was bringing back the old smile to my face… love her for this... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;likhe jo Khat tujhe&lt;br /&gt;vo terii yaad me.n&lt;br /&gt;hazaaro.n ra.ng ke&lt;br /&gt;nazaare ban gae&lt;br /&gt;saveraa jab huaa&lt;br /&gt;to phuul ban gae&lt;br /&gt;jo raat aaii to&lt;br /&gt;sitaare ban gae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks back my cell phone has caught virus… I’ve still not got it repaired…&lt;br /&gt;Why???&lt;br /&gt;There are some 500+ conversations which I wanna take a back up of…&lt;br /&gt;And this time no electronic back up… back up in my personal diary…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds crazy isn’t it… that's me :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Hame tum mil jao humdum&lt;br /&gt;Sahara ho to aisa ho&lt;br /&gt;Jidhar dekhun udhar tum ho&lt;br /&gt;Nazara ho to aisa ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waqt na badhne ki zidd kare&lt;br /&gt;Jab meri bahon main ho tum&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi ke pal sath guzre&lt;br /&gt;Main aur tum ban jaye hum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/8701-002-62-1047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/8701-002-62-1047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113984233709218250?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113984233709218250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113984233709218250&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113984233709218250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113984233709218250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-love-letters.html' title='Love... Love letters'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113958228722920229</id><published>2006-02-10T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:01:08.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day on my way to home a fare nearby diverted my attention … it reminded &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my child hood… and then &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thoughts started hitting my mind and my foot walked inside the fare…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight inside looked a lot familiar, infact since all these years a lot of things were changed… but certain things were still the same… like the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; telling future… every time he will tell a different story about your future;-)… that Giant Wheel… Cards game… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rides for Kids… popcorn and ice cream vendors trying to tempt the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things really caught my surprise… like a stall selling books on sex… &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blowjob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;… Kamasutra… sources for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; books and blue movies were no more hidden… they always carried the charismatic &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to attract the youngsters…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of the crowd and noise, my heart felt the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loneliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;… was he searching for my childhood… in all these years the innocence was lost… can’t even say that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;grapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; are sour because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;had my share…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaotic thoughts kept running in my mind…memories were flashing…and my feet were back on the road that was leading to my home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Yes this is only a story... I was tagged to tell one by &lt;strong&gt;Educatedunemployed &lt;/strong&gt;:-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Thanks to her for the tag... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The rules were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(1) write a 100-to-200-word entry using the following words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I, me, blow job, grapes, random, power, loneliness, water, robot and blue;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(2) use these words once and only once; and of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(3) the entry should make sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My story had 191 Words… hope it made sense… that was tough… but loved it :-)&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm not specifically tagging anyone... whoever feels like can take it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113958228722920229?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113958228722920229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113958228722920229&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113958228722920229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113958228722920229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/story.html' title='A story...'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113939380420683176</id><published>2006-02-08T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T07:06:55.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supreme dominance when staying alone…girls like it this way…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m not discussing about what is better… Joint Family or Nuclear Family… just some observations topped with mirch masala… Why do girls prefer nuclear family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My thought:&lt;/strong&gt; The amount of privacy a couple enjoys in a nuclear family is beyond comparison…and that privacy give ladies an upper hand….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot:&lt;/strong&gt; Fictional scenario… of my future home, where my wife (would be) and me are living (together) and an alternative comparison with my future home where, we all are staying in joint family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene # 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose she wants me to do some work for her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Joint Family Scene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: (Very politely and sweetly), Puneet, can you please take that box out for me, I can’t reach it and it’s a bit heavy too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same scene in nuclear family…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: (Direct and with full aggression)… Puneet take out that box, I’ve some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In both the cases I’ve to oblige… but look at the attitude ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene # 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm Welcome when I’m late…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In joint family, with everyone around, the anger will tend to cool down… and by the time we will be thru with food it would be easy for me to take charge of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nuclear family, the moment door is opened… I’ll be welcomed with a series of questions… non-stop… without any intentions of knowing the answers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;You told me you would reach on time today.&lt;br /&gt;You called me long back… does it takes this long to reach home…&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you are coming to home directly&lt;br /&gt;Everyday this won’t do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think of bringing some flowers to cool her down…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Zada maska marne ki zarurat nahin hain… time par ghar aaya karo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No need to impress me… better come home on time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Never try to impress a woman, because if you do she'll expect you to keep up the standard for the rest of your life"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene # 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In case of a quarrel or fight…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In joint family,&lt;/strong&gt; in front of all, we will have to show as everything is fine, exchange words… occasional smile (forced on face)… can have the privilege to eat home cooked food (by mom ;-)) and ofcourse can share the same bed room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In case of nuclear family…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won’t speak… unless I'm on my knees and apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Followed by dinner out… long drive… some foreign chocolates and ice cream… oops I missed the pastries… and if the fight crosses more than 2.5 days then I could be easily spotted at any big shopping mall…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What if I don’t dare to do any of the above?&lt;br /&gt;Poor Me…&lt;br /&gt;(kahawat to suni hogi… paani main rehkar magarmach se bair nahin karte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Impact on my food… (Remember I had cooking as one of the 8 points)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No breakfast…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ooh… What about tea… either make on my own or have a regular account with near by “tapriwala” (tea stall))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lunch…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to office canteen… but what about weekends… I’ll have to be a bit social then ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinner…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(Now this is real trouble… my canteen doesn’t work 24/7… all suggestions from you are welcome)&lt;br /&gt;She will order pizzas from Dominos and I wont be surprised to see only the covers in dustbin after reaching home… and if I’m lucky enough I’ll get to smell…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To have all the meals from hotel/canteen… is the only alternative I guess I have… or to cook on my own…but then kitchen is her territory and to enter there during cold war would be like crossing LOC ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Next Impact on Sex life…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in fight mode then forget about having any official sex… (No explicit explanation on what is unofficial sex)&lt;br /&gt;In Joint family, I’ll have the pleasure to share the same bed… or in worse case …atleast the same room…&lt;br /&gt;Whereas if staying alone then… Drawing room sofa… worse situation is balcony… (Optimistically in a way better coz sharing the same bed and not doing anything would be like a hungry dog tied up and feast in front of his eyes ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;“It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113939380420683176?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113939380420683176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113939380420683176&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113939380420683176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113939380420683176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/supreme-dominance-when-staying.html' title='Supreme dominance when staying alone…girls like it this way…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113907504232774308</id><published>2006-02-05T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:06:02.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Soniye - 6th Feb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/angel111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/angel111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;She is known in the blog world as …&lt;br /&gt;soni, sonu, fairy, doll, dolly, dollar, baby, preetu, preeto rani, saira, golu, chandni. birdy, beautiful, soniye… and lots more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know what to write… I generally don’t write birthday posts… the only ones I wrote before this was for me and my family…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shez someone very special… a very true n very caring friend… someone who is so innocent by heart and equally sweet too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shez one of the most beautiful gifts this Blog world gave to me… a very dear friend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish her a very Happy Birthday… May all her dreams come true…&lt;br /&gt;This one is for her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Khushiyon Se Teri Zindagi Bhari Rahe&lt;br /&gt;Na Teri Koi Khawaish Adhuri Rahe&lt;br /&gt;Khushi Ki Chamak Teri Ankhon Main Basi Rahe&lt;br /&gt;Aur Ek Methi Se Muskaan Terey Hothon Par Saji Rahe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye Janmdin Aur Aanewaala Saal Terey Har Khawab Ko Pura Kar Jaye&lt;br /&gt;Jo Bhi Aarzu Terey Dil Se Nikle Usey Khuda Kabul Kar Jaye&lt;br /&gt;Gam Kya Uska Saya Bhi Kabhi Tujhe Chu Na Paye&lt;br /&gt;Jab Bhi Ankhon Main Ashr Aaye To Woh Khushi Kehlaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye Silsila Dosti Ka Jo Shuru Hua Woh Yuhi Chalata Rahe&lt;br /&gt;Sath Ek Dusre Ka Humesha De… Duriyon Ka Faasla Chahe Badhta Rahe&lt;br /&gt;Duriyaon Na Kabhi Dil Main Ho… Ye Dosti Hum Umr Bhar Nibhayen&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi Ke Kisi Moode Par Mulakat Ho Aur Hum Bhi Kuch Pal Sath Bitayen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huggzzzzzz Sweeti…Wish you all the very Best….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Since some days she is not in the best of her mood… I hope this day turnaround things for her and I pray that… the trade mark… killing… million dollar smile stays on her face forever :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is a poem in typical Mumbai istyle especially for her… to make her smile …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Blogworld Ek Konte Par Terey Se Meeting Hui&lt;br /&gt;Fir Yahoo Pe Mile and Dono Main Friendship Ki Setting Hui&lt;br /&gt;Chatting Ka Silsila Chalta Raha…&lt;br /&gt;Aur Merey Internet Ka Bill Badhta Raha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill To Apun Ne Bhi Tera Bahut Badhaeyla Hain&lt;br /&gt;Mom Se Zada Apun Ke Number Ne Terey Calling Card Ko Khaela Hain&lt;br /&gt;Apun Ke Orange Bill Main International SMS Ka New Section Dikh Re La Hain&lt;br /&gt;Sach Main Bole to Mobile Companies Ko Apun Jaise Friends Ne Profit Mey Karela Hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chal Abhi Jaldi Se Mumbai Ka Trip Laga Which Is Already Long Due&lt;br /&gt;Idher Par There Are Lot Of Friends Who Are Waiting For You…&lt;br /&gt;Tu Blogworld Se Kalti Maarne Ka Plan Cancel Kar… It’s Not Just&lt;br /&gt;Jaldi Se New Post Daal and Apun Ko Bolne De… Me First Me First ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/hpy%20bdy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/hpy%20bdy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey doll… Plz don’t stop blogging…&lt;/strong&gt; there are people who really care for you and who love you a lot… pleaseeeeeeee don’t go…………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m waiting for you to come back………..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing you all the success and smiles :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113907504232774308?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113907504232774308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113907504232774308&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113907504232774308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113907504232774308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-soniye-6th-feb.html' title='Happy Birthday Soniye - 6th Feb'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113880919789579474</id><published>2006-02-01T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T08:04:07.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat and Enjoyy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Have u seen Harry Potter???&lt;br /&gt;Type anything in that book, it will reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the link - Type your question on the book - it will reply. Type on the&lt;br /&gt;right side where you can see the cursor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you type the correct words and do not make spelling mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=c96f911b3e35f9e1" target = "new"&gt; Click Here and Chat &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Its damn cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I was just chatting to him/her for around 20 mins... it was complete fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Go ahead Enjoy and lemme know your experience :-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113880919789579474?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113880919789579474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113880919789579474&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113880919789579474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113880919789579474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/02/chat-and-enjoyy.html' title='Chat and Enjoyy...'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113861489534000348</id><published>2006-01-30T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:08:32.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rang De Basanti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;A very tiring, exhausting, exciting and happening weekend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans were made since long… a very long overdue Shirdi trip finally got materialized…&lt;br /&gt;9 of us left for Shirdi on Saturday night… fun started the moment we all gathered together… and it continued till we parted on Sunday night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I thought of putting a new post and blog hopping… but the crazy and maddening reviews of “Rang De Basanti” deferred my plans… On Friday itself some of my office colleagues gave fantastic review about the movie… then on Sat morning when I met Kiran … she too went ga ga over the movie… and I was like… I’ve to see this movie anyhow else it wud be difficult for me to resist till next weekend ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called up my friend and made the plans… and luckily we got the tickets @ Fame Adlabs… (160 per ticket… gosh that’s expensive…but the movie was all worth it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/movgal3145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/movgal3145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rangdebasanti.net/" target="new"&gt;Rang De Basanti…&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wow what a gem of a movie that is… Loved it… Awesome direction… it’s a must watch… what an amazing blending of the freedom struggle in 1930 and the revolt of youth against dirty politics…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attitude of current youth and their approach towards life is so damn real and true… we all can imagine ourselves in their shoes and our thoughts would be no different…&lt;br /&gt;It’s so normal to see people crib about politics and politicians… we all do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Casting of the movie was too perfect… each character is so nicely portrayed and actors have done complete justice to their role… awesome performances…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aamir Khan… he always reminds me of his dialogue from the movie “Dil Chahata hain”… “Waise bhi perfection to improve karna mushkil hota hain” (its difficult to improve perfection)… but this guy is managing to do that… he is simply superb… he just rocks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/movgal3161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/movgal3161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kunal Kapoor… girlz are gonna love her… he looks hot… and Sharnam Joshi doesn’t misses out on making you laugh… and the British Actress “Alice Patten” gives a terrific performance… specially her Hindi accent is just too good…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I thought Aamir would have a big role to play and others will play a supporting cast… but it was nothing like that… (ofcourse Aamir got the upper hand by getting the heroine ;-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;When I came out of the theater there were some guys with camera… they asked me about my opinion… wuuuuuhuuuuu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Not to miss... the music of the movie is rocking… my fav song is &lt;strong&gt;Ruu-ba-ruu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aye saala&lt;br /&gt;abhi abhi huaa yaqeen ki aag hai mujh mein kahi&lt;br /&gt;hui subaah main chal gaya&lt;br /&gt;suraj ko main nigal gaya&lt;br /&gt;ruu-ba-ruu roshni heyy&lt;br /&gt;ruu-ba-ruu roshni heyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo gumshuda-sa khwaab tha&lt;br /&gt;voh mil gaya voh khil gaya&lt;br /&gt;uulon hathaa pighal gaya&lt;br /&gt;kichhaa kichhaa machal gaya&lt;br /&gt;sitaar mein badal gaya&lt;br /&gt;ruu-ba-ruu roshni heyy&lt;br /&gt;ruu-ba-ruu roshni heyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dhuaan chhataa khula gagan mera&lt;br /&gt;nayi dagar naya safar mera&lt;br /&gt;jo ban sake tu hamsafar mera&lt;br /&gt;nazar mila zara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aandhiyon se jaghad rahi hai lau meri&lt;br /&gt;ab mashaalon si bhad rahi hai lau meri&lt;br /&gt;naamo nishaan rahe na rahe&lt;br /&gt;ye kaaravaan rahe na rahe&lt;br /&gt;ujaale mein pee gaya&lt;br /&gt;roshan huaa jee gaya&lt;br /&gt;kyon sehte rahe&lt;br /&gt;ruu-ba-ruu roshni heyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhuaan chhataa khula gagan mera&lt;br /&gt;nayi dagar naya safar mera&lt;br /&gt;jo ban sake tu hamsafar mera&lt;br /&gt;nazar mila zara&lt;br /&gt;ruu-ba-ruu roshni heyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/movgal3151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/movgal3151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I particularly liked this one dialogue where in Aamir says… I dun wanna move out of college campus… I feel my worth here… people know me… they have trust in me… I fear that once I’m out I’ll lost in the crowd of lakhs… and life would be so routine… work… earn money… and all…&lt;br /&gt;I could very easily relate this to my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the movie just before the Shirdi trip surely added to the excitement…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I even heard some negative reviews… but after seeing the movie I’ve gone completely fidao…Finally after a long time a movie could live up to the hype it created before its release… next week I’m again gonna go for this movie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113861489534000348?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113861489534000348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113861489534000348&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113861489534000348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113861489534000348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/rang-de-basanti.html' title='Rang De Basanti...'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113827526686107565</id><published>2006-01-26T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:35:12.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird... Am I ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another tag… this time my the sweet cute girl &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Cheesy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I have to list down some weird things about myself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;While playing sports I equally use the left hand or left leg as the right one… am a left arm fast medium bowler but a right handed batsman… in soccer if I have to hit long I’ll use my left leg… but if I’ve to place n pass the ball I’ll prefer right… while playing badminton am equally confident with my backhands as forehands… even while playing bowling I use left hand but am not a left hander ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have a habit of lying on my bed and studying (or working on laptop)… if am too tired I sleep with books or laptop on my lap and with lights on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Movies are like oxygen for me… I prefer to watch a movie a week… and if I don’t watch a movie in a week then next week I’ve to watch one at any cost… (I prefer watching it in theater than on CDs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sweets I can’t live without… I can have them 24/7… I never say no to sweets… (By sweets I mean the Indian sweets)… I have sweets after every meal ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I’m extremely choosy when it comes to making friendship… and if someone hurts me by any of his/her behaviors… then I don’t compromise unless they apologize… even if it costs the entire relationship… be it with anyone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I’ve a hell lot of stamina to flirt ;-)… seems that I never get tired ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A very Happy Republic Day to my fellow Indians &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113827526686107565?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113827526686107565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113827526686107565&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113827526686107565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113827526686107565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/weird-am-i.html' title='Weird... Am I ???'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113795113576807821</id><published>2006-01-22T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:43:10.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one worth possessing can be quite possessed</title><content type='html'>Tags… I’ve got 6 pending to complete… ok ok don’t burst at me…&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take all give me some time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m tagged by two sweet people… &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Amutha &amp; Susubala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No specific reason for taking this tag first…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Rules of the tag:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;2. Need to mention the sex of the target.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to join this game &amp;amp; leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/sc-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/sc-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Perfect lover… well for me perfection is an illusion we strive for… and to be a lover one actually need not have any qualities… so I’ll list down 8 points I would look in my life-partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Sex of target:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has to be a female…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;8 points I’ll look in my life-partner are (The list is not in chronological order):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Crazy about me:&lt;/strong&gt; Crazy means absolutely crazy… I love to see that madness in eyes… (I want you at any cost kinds…)… a person who can give me priority over each and everyone (incl her parents)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Chemistry:&lt;/strong&gt; No No… nothing to do with chemistry subject… it’s about the chemistry between both of us… it should rock… we need not have to change our basic traits to gel with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Confidence:&lt;/strong&gt; Confident about herself… confident about what she is doing and confidence to face the world irrespective of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. A Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; I should be able to find a friend in her… with whom I can share all my thoughts irrespective of any fear… with whom I can fight for hours and again be best of friends the very next moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“The quarrels of lovers are like summer showers that leave the country more verdant and beautiful” - Susanne Curchod Necker &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Pure Vegetarian:&lt;/strong&gt; I’m sure this will surprise a lot of people… but yes this is one of the points I look for… don’t try to explain me logics… but I can’t enter into a serious relationship with someone who has a taste for non-veg… I always keep the doors open…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Good cook:&lt;/strong&gt; I guess this point had to follow the above… not only someone who can cook good food but who can teach me also… I’m always ready to help her in kitchen… (I meant only help ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/coupleh008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/coupleh008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Trust &amp;amp; Understanding:&lt;/strong&gt; Actually this goes without saying in any relationship… an understanding where even a hugg can tell her how well or bad was my day :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Keep me guessing:&lt;/strong&gt; Someone who can keep me guessing with surprises… life gets very monotonous after a point of time… I feel surprises are must to keep the spark burning…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I’m thru…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now the turn of 8 victims… (Of course if they are interested)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1. Dawn&lt;br /&gt;2. Manish&lt;br /&gt;3. Sophia&lt;br /&gt;4. Phoenix rises&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiran&lt;br /&gt;6. Raj&lt;br /&gt;7. Dewdrop&lt;br /&gt;8. Deepa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Have a great week ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113795113576807821?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113795113576807821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113795113576807821&amp;isPopup=true' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113795113576807821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113795113576807821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-one-worth-possessing-can-be-quite.html' title='No one worth possessing can be quite possessed'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113758728993804480</id><published>2006-01-19T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T06:25:35.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment here and you will…</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How do you react when a message like this hits your cell or your mailbox???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“This message is originated from Shirdi (or Tirupathi or Sidhivinayak), make a wish and forward this to 9 people in next 9 minutes and your wish will come true… don’t break the chain… its true”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;“This is a good luck message, forward this to 5 people and your valentine will be with you on this valentine day”&lt;br /&gt;or …&lt;br /&gt;You will get your true love… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Some such shit crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“This is a rare photo of Jesus or Sai baba or Tirupathi (or any other god)… forward this mail to 15 people in next 15 minutes and your wish will come true by 15th of next month”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encl.: Attached Pic of that God…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To add…&lt;/strong&gt; some mails will share the consequences of not forwarding the message…&lt;br /&gt;Like some horrible bad thing would happen incase you break the chain… (And one mail went to the extent of mentioning about death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Insane… completely…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the ones who originate such messages but also the ones who blindly follow it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many of you really trust such messages… and forward it…&lt;br /&gt;Or just because of the fear you forward it…&lt;br /&gt;Or because you have free SMSs or mail forwarding doesn’t cost you anything you forward it…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye… I agree that miracles do happen… but ofcourse not by sending SMSs and forwards…&lt;br /&gt;The ones who waste their time and others time in forwarding such messages... better devote that time in achieving the dream… they will rather have better chances of making it come true…&lt;br /&gt;Unless they are into profession of sending spam mails and messages and are getting paid for it… in that case they must be achieving their daily targets ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I very strongly react if someone sends such messages on my cell… be it from anyone…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days’ back a very good friend forwarded me a message saying… if you forward this message to 7 more people your valentine will be with you for life…&lt;br /&gt;I immediately replied back…&lt;br /&gt;I challenge this… by not sending to anyone… I’ll still have my valentine for life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I’ve given some nasty replies like…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up… Education doesn’t mean just passing of examination…&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna achieve ur dream… stop sending SMSs and work for it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fortunately now I very rarely receive such messages…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;On a lighter front... Just a weird thought…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What will happen if a Spam sender gets promoted to a Blogger…&lt;br /&gt;His blog can have posts saying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Post a comment every day and within one month your Blog will be awarded the best blog of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post atleast 3 comments on every post and your blog will become the busiest blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Want to become the best blogger of the country… daily click this link 10times a day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/44006569@N00/88175840/" target="new"&gt; “I’m a Fool Blogger” &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Want to become rich by doing nothing… visit this Blog every day for one year…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href=" http://flickr.com/photos/44006569@N00/88175841/" target="new"&gt; “Become Millionaire Blogger in a year” &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Trust me... God has better ways to answer your wishes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Coz he do answer to the ones who don't have a cell number or mail id ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;and I dun think having any of those makes anyone any special either :-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Keep Rocking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113758728993804480?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113758728993804480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113758728993804480&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113758728993804480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113758728993804480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/comment-here-and-you-will.html' title='Comment here and you will…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113739826678184676</id><published>2006-01-16T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:23:06.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your feet can help lend a hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/DSC02322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/DSC02322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can Mumbai roads be so clean and so empty...&lt;br /&gt;They were... just before the Marathon :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years back, when this Marathon run was started, I thought it would be just one off event and I ignored it, last year when I saw the live telecast of Marathon on TV, I was amazed seeing the spirit of people… it was overwhelming… people from all age group participated in this event… people came from different parts of the world …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;At that time I decided, I’ll be a part of this event next year… and YES… I was…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was fortunate that this year my company came up with the offer of participating in the Marathon and without hesitation I took it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/DSC06586.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/DSC06586.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Half Marathon (21 Kms) started at 7 AM... look at the enthusiasm... an hour later the Main Marathon started (42 Kms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I participated in the "Dream Run" of 7 Kms... The most popular run of the Marathon... Near about 30,000 people had participated from all the age group... off which 18,000+ were in Dream Run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Since last few years my body had become very stiff… I had lost the stamina I used to have during my teens… of course without exercise God won’t inject stamina into me…&lt;br /&gt;My legs had forgotten that running is also an activity they are expected to do… except for changing gears and putting on breaks… (Of vehicle)… they barely performed any other work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the last week of December, I motivated myself and started with morning jog… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;did I said jog… Huhhhh… I must have jogged for only 10%-20% of the total time and the rest of the time I was walking… but that was expected… I continued with my walk cum jog… and with every passing day my stamina increased and now I walk 10%-20% of the total time and rest I jog…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Picture%20014.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Picture%20014.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Picture%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Picture%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Before the start of our Dream Run... we all enjoying the fun of being a part of this event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company supports people with Learning Disabilities (LD) as a key community initiative in active collaboration with the LD Clinic at the LTMG Hospital, Sion, Mumbai over the last three years…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all ran to support them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Run for Learning Disabilities&lt;br /&gt;Your feet can help lend a hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;This is what was printed on the t-shirts we were wearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/DSC02352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/DSC02352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And... There we go... enjoying every second... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The atmosphere was so charged up... DJ was playing... celebrities cheering up... and as soon as the camera was spotted the enthusiasm doubled ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feet kept moving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Picture%20039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Picture%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Picture%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Picture%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;When thousands were running... there were hundreds of people cheering the entire participants...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(474).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Image%28474%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And YES... Finally the photo @ finish... completed the run... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All the efforts were worth that experience… wow… its really a special feeling to be a part of this event… and now I’ll make sure that I participate next year also… and if I continue my morning jog… may be I’ll try for Half-Marathon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Who wants to win… I just want to be a part of it… :-)&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113739826678184676?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113739826678184676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113739826678184676&amp;isPopup=true' title='69 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113739826678184676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113739826678184676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-feet-can-help-lend-hand.html' title='Your feet can help lend a hand'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113708990806586003</id><published>2006-01-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T10:30:56.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failures often teach us more…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Child%20-%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Child%20-%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Way back in 2001, mid July, when I couldn’t clear my CA final in first attempt I was broken… my biggest dream shattered in front of my eyes… I was crying like a kid… my tears made all in my family cry… I had given everything to achieve it and it failed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me some days to come out of that trauma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad always used to say… clearing examination is not the only thing in life… you will have to face many worse situations in your life… the sooner you encounter failure the better equipped you will be in future…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time those were just encouraging words, which I thought he said to console me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people said… it was bad luck… some said… I was overconfident… some said… may be I never deserved it… some said… It always happens in CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones very close to me… just stood by me and gave me the courage to bounce back…&lt;br /&gt;I told to my GF… “Its enough… next time I’m not going to allow luck to play a spoil sport in my celebration… am gonna crack it… come what may…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be that’s what my dad always wanted to teach me… the ability to bounce back…&lt;br /&gt;And with all the blessings, I did it… soon I celebrated my Success…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And that failure taught me one thing… “Never Give Up”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Be it our personal life or professional life we do encounter failures… ofcourse no failure is ever permanent nor is any success…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve seen many people prefering to sink than to swim out…&lt;br /&gt;May be some people just like to gather that false sympathy than really fighting themselves out of that situation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I’m talking all this crap is… today results were out of CA final… and a very close friend of mine who was struggling since years to clear this… finally made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the lucky one to see his result first and I called him immediately… the happiness in his voice brought tears in my eyes… and I was so happy for him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be the brief conversation we had made me blog this and took me back to my time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/02_Dont_Worry_I_Am_There_Na.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/02_Dont_Worry_I_Am_There_Na.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also got very senti and asked me… “Did I deserve so much of wait &amp; pain”… I had no words… He continued… “In all these years of my struggle and during all my bad times you were always there for me… not even once you left me alone”… I was touched…I said… “That’s what friends are for”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was going thru a very bad phase in my personal life… he was always there for me… we used to chat for hours on YM… that was the time we developed a fantastic rapport…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have learned one thing … if you want to judge any relationship then judge it when you are in the worse of the situation… when you have failed… when you are in tears.&lt;br /&gt;The difference between a true close relationship and a casual relationship can’t get clearer than during the time when we are in a bad phase…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday while I was chatting with Akruti, (one of her friend had also appeared for CA finals)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She said…&lt;/em&gt; if the results are not positive then I’ll have to go and meet him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said…&lt;/em&gt; if they are positive still you will have to meet to take the party…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She replied…&lt;/em&gt; then I’ll take the treat afterwards… its more important to be there during tough times and I don’t mind if I’m not there during the times of happiness… (somewat in these lines)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I said…&lt;/em&gt; Wow… I’m also like that :-) (And her friend also cleared… congrats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So whenever I go thru a rough phase… I don’t only test my resilience but also the tenderness of the ones close to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I’m so proud of my friends… and I feel I’ve got the best… after all I’ve got my own ways to filter them ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113708990806586003?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113708990806586003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113708990806586003&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113708990806586003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113708990806586003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/failures-often-teach-us-more.html' title='Failures often teach us more…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113688823313068075</id><published>2006-01-10T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T03:32:15.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Filler ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Am sorry guys to keep you all wait for the update... I was a bit busy and not in real great mood to write anything so I thought of taking this tag…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Thanks to z000nie for this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Nervous Habits – Biting Nails&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you double jointed - Na&lt;br /&gt;3. Can you roll your tongue – Not much… I was wondering how z000nie can touch his nose… I tried a lot but failed… I’ll make him do next time I meet him ;-)&lt;br /&gt;4. Can you raise one eyebrow at a time – Nopes… My Maths Sir used to do this a lot…&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you blow spit bubbles – I used to… during my college times… Now I forgot… it needs practice…&lt;br /&gt;6. Can you cross your eyes – Yes... I look weird.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tattoos – No Tattoos… Once my Sis drew Scorpio on my left arm with Mehendi ;-)&lt;br /&gt;8. Piercing – Nopes… it just doesn’t go with my image ;-)&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you make your bed daily – Am I supposed to... ooopsss…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLOTHES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which shoe goes on first - Left shoe first… always.&lt;br /&gt;11. Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at anyone? – Ya Ya… lot of times when I was a kid… but on guys only.&lt;br /&gt;12. On the average, how much money do you carry – 200 bucks to 700 bucks (also carry e-money – 4 CCs &amp; 2 DCs)&lt;br /&gt;13. What jewelry do you wear 24/7 – Nothing… I dun like any (although my GF is inisting me to wear a gold chain ;-))&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite piece of clothing – T-shirt with Jeans or Kurta with Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;15. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it – Cut... Its easy I guess&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever eaten Spam - Nopes&lt;br /&gt;17. Do You Use Extra Salt On Your food – Nopes… am not fussy as such…&lt;br /&gt;18. How many cereals in your cabinet – I don’t take care of that dept. Let it be under the authority of my Mom ;-)&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your favorite beverage – Sprite, Thums Up &amp; 7 Up&lt;br /&gt;20. What's your favorite fast food restaurant – Pizza Hut &amp;amp; Café Coffee Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. Do you cook – Huhhh… During my teens I experimented a lot, still I do have the interest… once when I was all alone @ home, I called up my GF and gave her the list of available vegitables in fridge and told her to give me the receipe of whatever was possible to be cooked from that… then she explanined me the enitre receipe on Phone and I was cooking accordingly ;-) it turned out to be good :-) (a couple of more successful attempt and cooking dept will be transffered on my head post marriage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANNERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;22. Do you swear – Yep… but I never mean it… have to do that infront of girls… else they don’t pretend to believe you.&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you ever spit – Yes during Jogging (but not otherwise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAVOURITE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;24. Animal – Dogs (Are girls to be included here!!!)&lt;br /&gt;25. Food – Panju (Panju Girls n Food… are my all time Favs ;-))&lt;br /&gt;26. Month - September&lt;br /&gt;27. Day – Saturday (I can get up late, freak out the entire day, next day is Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;28. Cartoon – Tom and Jerry (Can watch it million times)&lt;br /&gt;29. Shoe Brand – None… Never a brand loyal&lt;br /&gt;30. Subject in school – Maths (actually None ;-))&lt;br /&gt;31. Color – Black &amp; White&lt;br /&gt;32. Sport – Cricket , Soccer &amp;amp; Chess&lt;br /&gt;33. TV show – Friends &amp; Great Indian Laughter Challenge&lt;br /&gt;34. Thing to do in the spring – Do we have spring season???&lt;br /&gt;35. Thing to do in the summer – Would luv to hang around the beach (but not of Mbai they are so dirty and crowded)&lt;br /&gt;36. Thing to do in the autumn – I don’t think we have this season :-(&lt;br /&gt;37. Thing to do in the winter – Go on a vacation with my GF ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN AND AROUND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. In the CD player – I dun know whats in it, but above it is dust n dirt… (thanks to my cell phone n PC)&lt;br /&gt;39. Person you talk most on the phone with – GF (that’s goes without a second thought)&lt;br /&gt;40. Reading – Angels &amp; Demons &amp;amp; Eleven Minutes&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows/mirrors – Always… love myslef ;-)&lt;br /&gt;42. What color is your bedroom – White.. (it’s a government flat… we don’t have options)&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you use an alarm clock – Always… but of my Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;44. Window seat or aisle – Not very specific…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DUMB&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;45. What's your sleeping position – Most of the time on back or on my right shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;46. Even in hot weather do you use a blanket – Noways…&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you snore – So far no one has complained so I dun think so. (By no one I mean my family members… before you think crap)&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you sleepwalk – Nopes...&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you talk in your sleep – I guess no… I anyways talk less ;-)&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you sleep with stuffed animals – I had answered this in one of the earlier tags... my question is do stuffed animals include girls ;-)&lt;br /&gt;51. How about with the light on – Never intentionally but sometimes I go off to sleep with lights on, books around, Laptop on… that’s me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;52. Do you fall asleep with the TV or radio on – Sometimes yes… but mostly I get up after couple of hours and switch off everything ;-)&lt;br /&gt;53. Last interesting person you met – Just now I came from a meeting with our Japanese counterpart… hez a 65yr old guy and is so damn sweet… the way he explains n speaks English is fascinating… He is so enthu @ 65… really admirable…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally its over…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone is intersted in taking this tag, please go ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113688823313068075?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113688823313068075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113688823313068075&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113688823313068075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113688823313068075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-filler.html' title='Time Filler ;-)'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113639723078406461</id><published>2006-01-04T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:39:03.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions... Do U have any ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the first post of the New Year…&lt;br /&gt;Some submissions in office slowed down my blogging speed ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a great new years start for my blog… but am always a slow starter ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The moment New Year starts… one starts talking about New Year resolutions… well I never had one… never intent to have one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wondering if people around me start expecting New Year resolutions from me then what it would be… and what would be my thought…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; He better keeps his room clean… those files n papers are every where… shoes below the bed… n clothes… OMG… they are everywhere except the shelf n hangers ;-)… better he keeps everything intact…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; The messier my room the less chances of Mom entering it… so lemme keep it the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; He reduces his movie watching… a movie a week… some better utilization of time is possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Good my dad doesn’t know about my back to back movie craze ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sis:&lt;/strong&gt; He better logs off from my PC soon… why he needs to be online every day ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Lemme shift the PC to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Best Pal:&lt;/strong&gt; He better stop clicking those video clips when am drunk… that’s quite embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Planning to create a whole video library… will share with his wife n kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friends group in general:&lt;/strong&gt; What fun this guy finds in Blog… hez stopped mailing us… better he gives the same priority to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Will turn you all bloggers one day ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Blogging Pals:&lt;/strong&gt; He better stop flaunting himself by posting pics without shirt n all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Planning to join gym so that a future pic change can be in Salman Khan’s style. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Boss:&lt;/strong&gt; He should start leaving office in time... I doubt if there is that much of pressure to sit late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; If you give me enough pressure to handle my Blog life during regular hours... even I would like to leave on time ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My GF:&lt;/strong&gt; Will this guy ever stop flirting… atleast this year he should change…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I’ll be the most boring guy if I stop flirting… and I know it gives u enough reason to fight with me… and which gives u lots of happiness too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So resolutions... do you have any ;-) ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113639723078406461?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113639723078406461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113639723078406461&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113639723078406461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113639723078406461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolutions-do-u-have-any.html' title='Resolutions... Do U have any ???'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113594342071960595</id><published>2005-12-31T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T00:42:16.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post of this Year :-)</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all of you for sharing your special moments… lemme share with you some of the moments which I would love to relive… without changing anything :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some moments…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;:-) Those continuous hours of my non-stop playing of Cricket…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:-) Those “never-ending” lectures from mom and dad to study…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;:-) Those every day fights with my sis…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:-) All my Vacations (Specially the one after 10th Boards)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;:-) My two years of Junior College…we just ruled… and I got some of my best friends during this period…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:-) The flash of a moment when I proposed her… the hug we shared after that is worth my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;:-) All those clandestine meet… I can have a separate Blog for that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:-) The day I cleared my CA… that was a dream come true…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coming to 2005…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of moments I wud like to re-live…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Time spent with some of my very close friends… who got married this year and went abroad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A week out with GF… (&amp;amp; other friends)… which was probably the best time I had so far…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got introduced to Blog world this year… some time in mid-feb… and Blogworld gave me a lot of sweet friends… would love to re-live those small small moments I enjoyed on blogworld… teasing… flirting… debating… and learning so much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was definitely the best thing to happen… and I thank all my Blog pals for making my world a better place to live in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today is the last day of the year 2005… and yes … yet another year… yet another year closer to my dreams… and yet another year wherein I fulfilled some of my dreams…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Aur haan ye silsila to chalta rahega&lt;br /&gt;Ankhain khawb dekhengi&lt;br /&gt;Aur waqt ussey pura karta rahega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch khwab adhure bhi reh gaye to koi gam nahin&lt;br /&gt;Kuch palo ke liye ankhon se ashr bahe to koi gam nahin&lt;br /&gt;Ye zindagi hain… yehan khawb bhi tut-te hain aur dil bhi&lt;br /&gt;Hum umeed par jee rahe hain… ye kya kam nahin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ankhain fir bhi khawb dekhengi&lt;br /&gt;Dil fir bhi mohabatt karega…&lt;br /&gt;Hothon par muskurahat rahegi&lt;br /&gt;Aur mujh main wohin jasba… wohin junun rahega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good bye 2005… and thanks to those memories… and those hopes… which you gave me while passing by…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love you all… and wishing you all the very best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May all your dreams come true…&lt;/strong&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/10846188-113594342071960595?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113594342071960595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113594342071960595&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113594342071960595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113594342071960595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-post-of-this-year.html' title='Last Post of this Year :-)'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113544071672013078</id><published>2005-12-27T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T00:36:10.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Live... Will U ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had written this as a part of my previous post... but in the initial few comments I realised that it was getting ignored... so I edited and thought of putting it as a new post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it doesn't get ignored now :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In few days…we will say good bye to this year 2005 and will be looking forward to the year 2006 with hope in our eyes and love in our heart… like me most of us have a habit of pausing for a moment and thinking how the year went… and we recall all the moments that made us smile… n made us cry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you to look back a bit more before and share… if you are given an opportunity to “re-live” some moment(s) of your life… what it would be… it could be anything which you feel is worth living again… (But of course u can’t change anything)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So wanna flashback… and replay… what would you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113544071672013078?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113544071672013078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113544071672013078&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113544071672013078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113544071672013078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/re-live-will-u.html' title='Re-Live... Will U ???'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113535534798831614</id><published>2005-12-23T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:10:51.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jingle bells... jingle bells... Jingle all the way...</title><content type='html'>The festive mood is back… and yet again my office created the same magic it did during Diwali…&lt;br /&gt;And my cell got lots of pic to capture… and I love sharing them with you all guyz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(443).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Image%28443%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Christmas tree of our office… right in front of reception…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was just the start… the dress code for today was anything in “Red”… “Green”… or “White”… and we had a colourful crowd all around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me guyz…. (Especially z000nie boy) you would have loved to watch the babez…&lt;br /&gt;Mind blowing dresses… they were looking so damn pretty n smart… that my crush counter crashed ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a competition of “best decorated workstation”… No wonder I didn’t participated… ;-)… it’s so tough for me ;-)… I was thinking if my Mom will keep that competition at home… of best room and if I’m the only participant… still I’ll loose ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(445).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Image%28445%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This workstation should have won… It was just awesome…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we concluded… the more decorated the workstation is… the less work they have ;-) and they can’t be bloggers also ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Canteen guy had kept special Christmas offer… Unlimited lunch for Rs.35/- (Normal rates are 25/-). And all of us freaked out completely… specially on Plum cakes…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Then we also had a Santa… yeeee…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/santa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/santa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;and he went around the entire office with a whole gang… throwing chocolates… it was so much fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And how can we celebrate Christmas without Christmas carols…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(463).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28463%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(458).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28458%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;all were gathered in Canteen and then we had a rolling time…singing… chanting… clapping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The employees were requested to voluntary donate clothes and toys… which will be given to a charity to distribute amongst the less privileged kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish you a Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas and a very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless U&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113535534798831614?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113535534798831614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113535534798831614&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113535534798831614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113535534798831614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/jingle-bells-jingle-bells-jingle-all.html' title='Jingle bells... jingle bells... Jingle all the way...'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113514660862112463</id><published>2005-12-20T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T03:33:37.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They say its illegal…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;They spent their hard earned money to buy that house…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stayed there for years…&lt;br /&gt;Without any single objection from anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the building was constructed&lt;br /&gt;They paid Stamp Duty to the Government&lt;br /&gt;And got the flat registered under one of the prevailing Acts of Govt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till years they must be paying&lt;br /&gt;Electricity bill… Municipal tax to the government…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Which are also considered as an address proof)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now after years some “High Court” has given a Notice to demolish some 850 buildings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened first in a place near Mumbai called “Ulhasnagar”… (&lt;a href="http://cities.expressindia.com/fullstory.php?newsid=158647" target="new"&gt;“Mid Day Article”&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday I heard about a similar incident happening in Delhi… and today I heard on radio that some notices are sent to some places in Mumbai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is really a cause for worry…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buildings can’t be constructed overnight… without any support from government authorities (including local police)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the number of family that would be homeless… on roads just because of some bureaucrats who must have filled their never fulfilling lure with green bucks and of course the builders who are a breed whom one cant ever trust…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unfortunate part is… the common man is getting the axe… why only he should suffer… how can those bureaucrats who would have cleared those plans can go untouched… and the builders… why should they sleep peacefully…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn’t the effected families be given a proper compensation atleast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too add to the mess, when few months back, Mumbai municipal corporation decided to clean away the slum areas... who have also illegally occupied those places and are equally unauthorised... Sonia Gandhi stopped the act of muncipal authorities... what is she doing now... busy with her Christmas celebrations???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;In a city like Mumbai… it takes a man’s entire life to own a house of his own… so that atleast his generation could live in peace and here the government is talking about taking the shelter from thousands without even considering their grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of democracy we claim to live in???&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113514660862112463?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113514660862112463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113514660862112463&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113514660862112463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113514660862112463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/they-say-its-illegal.html' title='They say its illegal…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113492564282488766</id><published>2005-12-19T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T05:41:45.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A to Z about Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thanks to z000nie for the list... and thanks to Kiran for the Tag ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After writing "99 Facts about Me"... I thought I've done with the facts stuff... but then some or the other interesting tags kept popping up... and here I got with A to Z about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; - Age you got your first kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;15… that’s from someone not from my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; - Band listening to right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;None…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt; - Crush:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;By the time I’ll publish this post... it will change… ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;- Drink of Choice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; - Easiest person [people]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My Dad…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt; - Favorite band at the moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;None… never a band crazy types…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; - Gummy worms or gummy bears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt; – Holiday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Place doesn’t matter so far my GF is with me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; - Instruments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Guitar n Drums…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But dun know how to play :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; - Juice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pineapple… (Also Fresh Lime)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt; - Kids:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;don’t have any...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt; - Longest car ride ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mumbai Darshan on 31st Night…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove from my place to Thane via Eastern express Highway… a whole round of thane… then to Powai… Andheri… Western Express Highway… Bandra… Worli… south mumbai… taking mohammad ali flyover to… Dadar… Sion… and back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; - Major:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sweets… can’t live without them…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt; - Nicknames:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;punnu… p000… pu bear… p000 baby… punie… punti… poochiin… pun000ine… and rest I cant remember…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the names are given by my blog pals… cho chweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; - One wish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;One of the wish… to go on a Europe tour…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt; - Phobia[s]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My bike skidding while going down the slope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Q - Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Dare to Dream - They Do Come True"&lt;br /&gt;- Puneet ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt; - Reason to smile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life and whatever life has given me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt; - Song you sang last:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ek main aur ek tu hai aur hawa mein jaadu hai&lt;br /&gt;aarzoo bekabu hai samjho saare baat baaki&lt;br /&gt;waqt ka kya bharosa banke paani beh jaaye&lt;br /&gt;kal agar na mil paaye reh na jaaye baat baaki&lt;br /&gt;right here right now hain khushi ka samaa&lt;br /&gt;right here right now hum hai is pal jaha&lt;br /&gt;bhool jaao muskurao reh na jaaye baat baaki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye… coz I saw “Bluff Master” Yesterday ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt; - Time you woke up [today]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;8:45 – may be it was the impact of medicines I took yesterday night…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was late for my office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt; - Unknown fact about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My cosmetic stuff includes… a Face Pack from Dabur Vatika, Cold Cream of Ponds, A Peach Milk Moisturiser of Lakme and a lip guard of Vaseline …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is in addition to Denim Talc and Deo of Axe and Brut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;V - Vegetable you hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Karela (Bitter Gourd) and Padwal (Snake Gourd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt; - Worst habit(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Procrastinating… and am getting a bit more lazy coz of this…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;-rays you've had:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Chest and Back… during a regular medical checkup…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; - Yummy food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Punjabi food and Pizzas anytime…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt; - Zodiac sign:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Virgo… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Practical, diligent, analytical, fussy and critical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I tag... st000nie, Nitika, Rays of Sun and Deepa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113492564282488766?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113492564282488766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113492564282488766&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113492564282488766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113492564282488766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-z-about-me.html' title='A to Z about Me'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113466087681646671</id><published>2005-12-15T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T07:49:08.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they bitch so easily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/strong&gt; (Strictly reader’s discretion required for reading this post… nothing personal for anyone… just my personal opinion… and whatever interpretation I could draw from my experience with so many sweet n cute female friendz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the tale of my college times… we had a fantastic group of 18 teen freaks… two of the prettiest girls… always had some cold clashing… and soon it was so very evident… and we guys had a difficult time keeping both of them together… specially me and my best pal…&lt;br /&gt;More than anything else both of them used to observe as to how much time we are with their so-called “rival”… and almost every time we used to hear comments like…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Roam with her only na”&lt;br /&gt;“When shez around u don’t even care for me”&lt;br /&gt;“Next time… I’ll not meet you only”&lt;br /&gt;“Ok… me not bitching but u make sure u are with me”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(am sure u all must have got the tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my pal and me used to divide the time… first I’ll be with one and he with the other and then vice versa…&lt;br /&gt;Why only me and my pal coz… we were close friends of both of them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still they used to complain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing now… when both of them will talk… no one on the earth can guess that they bitch so much about each other… million dollar smiles… a big hiiiiiii… how are u… n a even bigger hugg….&lt;br /&gt;And we used be like grrrrrr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the moment they separate, they start it all over again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on I realized this is not something that is exceptional…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean guyz do bitch… don’t deny that… but not as a hobby or pastime…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I’m wearing a helmet now ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not the only case… when I was in Nagpur… I had a very good friend… she was one of the most beautiful girl of our batch… and I was only better when I was younger ;-) lolzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other female friends used to envy her from the bottom of their heart… &amp; never missed on passing some or the other indirect comments…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Then I started taking this as a part of their nature ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered the corporate world… and made friends … things were still the same… after all girls are same everywhere… (I mean they are pretty n beautiful ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my ex-office a friend of mine directly told me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She: I dun like “her” and especially when she always try to get close with you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Me: Excuse me… we are just friends… and I know her even before you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She: I know… but since now we are very good friends… I told this to you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So plain and so simple… I got her point that next time when both of them are together… then all my doings will be under microscope… and next day again some bitching ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Am sure all girls are not like this… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some enjoy bitching more than anything else in life ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ooops… what am I saying… I mean…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some don’t bitch so openly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gosh… what am I typing now…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some don’t bitch at all…&lt;br /&gt;(Finally… I got it… its so tough to tell a lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh god… I can see that red eyes… mez going underground… few more days of audit left…so lemme me under invisible mode… already lots of hot n red happenings on this blog world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ok Ok… lemme not be so biased…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Guys also do that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes of course…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemme hear from U ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113466087681646671?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113466087681646671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113466087681646671&amp;isPopup=true' title='47 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113466087681646671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113466087681646671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-they-bitch-so-easily.html' title='And they bitch so easily'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>47</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113432236526529845</id><published>2005-12-11T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T10:25:21.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.. R.. I.. E.. N.. D.. S..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/forget1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/forget1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last few weekends were a bit silent ones… I actually didn’t got much time to spend with my friends… and some meet ups were long over due… may be God thought of setting off the accounts this weekend… so that there is no backload in his books ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The weekend took off on Fri Eve… meeting friends… my ex-office friends… first time we partied after my change of job… and in no time the memories were back… and we were having a rolling time… it was a pretty cool place… nice food… live music… and good looking chicks… but this time no flirting at restaurant ;-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-some-glance.html" target="new"&gt;(Just some glance) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My ex-boss made a short visit of Mumbai… he is in Tanzania… and he had lots n lots of stories to share… about the work life… night life there… and African chicks…. Wow… am thinking of giving a try on Africa too ;-)… chicks from that continent are unexplored ;-) lolzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mid night by the time we said good bye… and I was on roads… enjoying my ride with my sweetheart… I mean my sweetheart bike…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The next day… very unexpectedly and on short notice… some of Blog pals from Mumbai met… Since Kiran already came up with a post on this…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://kiranrayoflight.blogspot.com/2005/12/rendezvous.html" target="new"&gt;(Rendezvous) &lt;/a&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; lemme sum it up that we had great fun…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;But that was not all… after meeting my blog pals… I met couple of my colony friendz and we freaked out… I was at home like a good boy @ 8.30PM… first question my mom asked was… “Are u gonna have dinner”… and I like obedient son replied… “ofcourse mom”… after 5 min my cell rings and this time it’s the turn of my guy friendz…. “Where are u… come down to “some xyz” bar”…&lt;br /&gt;Googly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puneet… the obedient son…n a loving friend… is in trouble now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally told my friendz to go ahead and I would join them after dinner…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was online that time… and Nitika came online… soon after that st000nie &amp; Divya came… needless to say… I was having complete fun :-)…&lt;br /&gt;And by the time I got a warning call from my friend… an hour had passed… I rushed up with my dinner and joined my friends at 11:00… (Told my mom…am going for a walk in the colony… obedient boy… u see ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of us… had a gala time… surprisingly only 2 were having alcohol… and as u know I was not one of the two… my best pal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/meet-my-best-pal.html" target="new"&gt;(Meet my best pal) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;had lost all his conscious… he was completely drunk… and was behaving crazy… we were laughing our hearts out… and then to make sure that he doesn’t miss the fun… I video recorded some of his weird acts on my cell… am his prank partner… can’t miss the opportunity to embarrass him ;-)…&lt;br /&gt;I was home by 1:30… silently opening the door… n locking it from inside… softly entering my room…n going off to bed…as a very good boy ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sunday… the temple visiting day… ok… for the ones who don’t know… temple means multiplex… n temple-visit means… movie watching…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We guyz went for “Ek Ajnabi” (a complete copy of “Man on Fire”)… good movie… but far below the original… the ones who have watched “Man on Fire” might not enjoy “Ek Ajnabi” that much…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we love our temples so much… a back to back movie was thought of… some of our friendz who couldn’t join us were again called… some calls exchange… some confusion… whether to go for a movie or a fare… some more confusion… finally all plans cancelled…n we all gathered at a friendz house…no one at her place… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom was going out for a “pravachan” (religious discourses)… she said u guys should also attend such things… I replied… aunty we do… its just that we call it “Movie” ;-)… lolzzz&lt;br /&gt;Aunty was like… “U are never gonna change ;-)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had all the privacy to chill out… we are more of a family then friendz… girls did the honor of cooking Maggie noodles and after that we all relaxed… bitched… pulling legs… played games… and not to miss I showed all the video clipping of my best pal… who himself couldn’t believe what was he upto… poor he… and mean me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/friends.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendz… yes… my entire weekend went with them and I had a rocking time… when it comes to friendz I feel so proud and lucky… coz I know I have got loads…n I’ve got the best ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113432236526529845?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113432236526529845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113432236526529845&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113432236526529845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113432236526529845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/f-r-i-e-n-d-s.html' title='F.. R.. I.. E.. N.. D.. S..'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113395872569344221</id><published>2005-12-07T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T03:12:46.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Love or Your Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I’m too scared if I’ll propose her and she doesn’t accept… then I will loose a good friend…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know yaar she is a very good friend… I don’t know if I should confess my feelings… dun wanna loose her at any cost&lt;br /&gt;I’m happy being a friend of her for life… atleast she won’t think wrong about me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;She is my best friend… and I can’t think about her in that way…&lt;br /&gt;Are you crazy we are just best of friends… its just that we love to be with each other but that doesn’t mean anything else…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/words4ever_wallpaper_80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many times such thoughts have crossed your mind…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those teenage days… when love used to be in air… that tender age… that indecisive nature…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chupake chupake raat din aa.Nsuu bahanaa yaad hai ham ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ab tak aashiqii kaa wo zamaanaa yaad hai humko&lt;br /&gt;- Hasrat Mohani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we do have strong feelings for our closest friend and are scared to disclose coz we fear that the sweet friendship will no more be sweet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it fair to hold your feelings… and how long can you hold such feelings… your friend would sense it sooner or later… so why not put things across the table and solve… but easier said than done…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so easy to decide when one is standing at a junction where he can see two roads… one is very clear… the extension of the road he is traveling on… the friendship one… and other is the diversion where he needs to go through a love check point… he doesn’t know where the road will lead to… what’s the end… but surely the more desired one ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time its because we are so insecure we don’t dare to take that risk…&lt;br /&gt;But are you doing justice to your friendship by hiding it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Can you still have the same friendship with a your friend on knowing his/her feelings for you???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the situation is reversed… you know that your friend has feelings for you but its not coming out in open… I feel that is even tougher to deal with…&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately relationships are not as simple as Maths… where all the equations have to balance… sometimes there are so many unbalanced equations but still they make sense and give u some result…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;For a love relationship one needs to have that element of romance… that spark… which need not be there in friendship…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a lot of people say… if you want her… be her best friend… I dun believe in that… if you have any feelings for the other person… keep giving her/him hints…indications of your feelings… else you will try to race for the slot of best friend… and you might reach there… but someone else will walk away with her…&lt;br /&gt;That’s not bad… but that’s not what you wanted…&lt;br /&gt;Its not just being his/her best friend but also igniting that spark of romance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/words4ever_wallpaper_94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/words4ever_wallpaper_94.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I’ve been in both the situations… I don’t know the way I tackled it was the best way or the correct way, or smooth enough… but I still feel its one of the most difficult decision to make…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was going thru my diary and found one poem in which I had expressed my dilemma regarding love or friendship... and thats what made me blog this... As I was writing this some old memories flashed... and ofcourse came along was a smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113395872569344221?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113395872569344221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113395872569344221&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113395872569344221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113395872569344221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-love-or-your-friendship.html' title='Your Love or Your Friendship'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113378995844988967</id><published>2005-12-05T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T07:41:19.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some light moments…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Last few weeks were a bit busy for me… there were some light moments that made me laugh… and still when I think about it a smile comes on my face…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/47b5cf35b3127cce985488f5116000000017108AZOXLFo0bue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/47b5cf35b3127cce985488f5116000000017108AZOXLFo0bue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; One of my friends’ cousin have joined my company, few days back my friend messaged me and asked for my designation, department and contact number… I happily gave him all the required info… immediately after that he messaged me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“ Don’t flirt with my sister. You are already engaged, otherwise you had it… that too from 3 people- me, my cousin and your GF… and I’ll make sure that Prani (My sis) is also on our side”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And I went off laughing reading that… good to know the reputation that I carry ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; When I met my GF I told her that two of my Blog friends… one from Norway and one from Australia (Strawy n Keshu) are planning to come for our wedding (whenever) with couple or more of kids claiming that I’m the Dad of all ;-)…&lt;br /&gt;She went off laughing… and then said… &lt;em&gt;"it is not at all impossible… you cant be trusted on this matter…"&lt;/em&gt; I had no words after that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; My youngest and sweetest cousin was celebrating his 9th birthday and I called him in the evening…&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Happy B’day beta… howz ur birthday going…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He innocently replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“abhi chalu nahin hua… 7 baje chalu hoga…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(It’s not started yet… it will start at 7 ;-)&lt;br /&gt;(Coz the party was at 7)…&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Bhaiya come down here for my b’day”…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He stays in Nagpur)&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;em&gt;Ohhh mera bacha, I’m in office na… how can I come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He: &lt;em&gt;I know there is a flight in the evening… u board that and come…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That was so sweet)&lt;br /&gt;He is the youngest and I’m the eldest… and he was with me since he was 5 months old … so I’m always biased towards him… and rest all my cousins envy him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; I was on chat with one of my Blog friend… she saw my profile pic on Yahoo and said… &lt;em&gt;"here you look like a “mumma’s child” unlike the pic on your Blog…"&lt;/em&gt; I was like… &lt;em&gt;ok ok… will change the pic on my blog…&lt;/em&gt; she immediately replied… &lt;em&gt;don’t… rather change the pic on Yahoo&lt;/em&gt; ;-) lolzzz so sweet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; One Friday I reached home around 8.00-8.30 and my Mom was surprised to see me… she immediately said… &lt;em&gt;how come you are so early on Friday evening… No movies ;-)&lt;/em&gt;… lolsss (purey reputation ki waat lagi hui hain ;-))&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday if I’m at home till afternoon then my dad will say… not going to temple today… (By temple he refers to multiplex, which I religiously visit on every Sunday ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;These were some sweet moments which filled my days with smiles… although very small but very sweet… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you like to share some of yours small n sweet moments…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113378995844988967?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113378995844988967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113378995844988967&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113378995844988967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113378995844988967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-light-moments.html' title='Some light moments…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113344258342743633</id><published>2005-12-01T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T07:14:49.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Silly Secrets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Took the tag from &lt;strong&gt;z000nie's Blog&lt;/strong&gt;... Thank U Buddy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/CatSleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/CatSleeping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally caught her sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoked a cigarette – &lt;/strong&gt;Na… Never...Luv my life too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crashed a friend's car – &lt;/strong&gt;Nopes… I do carry a good brand value when it comes to driving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stolen a car – &lt;/strong&gt;Lolzzzz… so far never felt like ;-) infact seen people opening car with master keys ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in love – &lt;/strong&gt;Still in ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been dumped – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes… lot of times…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoplifted – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes… during my school days we did that quite a lot of times for fun… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been fired – &lt;/strong&gt;Oooh Na… so far my employer doesn’t know that I blog during office hours ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a fist fight – &lt;/strong&gt;Quite a lot of times... but last was in my 12th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snuck out of your parent's house – &lt;/strong&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes. …infact even she had a crush on me initially but I delayed a lot in reacting… it was later when I realized that I had quite a strong feeling for her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been arrested – &lt;/strong&gt;by a girl… hmmmmm yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone on a blind date – &lt;/strong&gt;No and not interested also… anyways have lots of options… no need to play blind ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lied to a friend – &lt;/strong&gt;Lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Skipped school – &lt;/strong&gt;yes I was never a studious kid... skipped for watching cricket match… n doing lukha giri ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seen someone die – &lt;/strong&gt;Not seen …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a crush on one of your Internet friends – &lt;/strong&gt;Only one… more than one… don’t ask me the names now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been to Canada – &lt;/strong&gt;NO… but was I supposed to ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been to Mexico – &lt;/strong&gt;No… but why should I ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on a plane – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes...its boring to the core :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Purposely set a part of yourself on fire – &lt;/strong&gt;Gone crazy or what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten Sushi – &lt;/strong&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been jet-skiing – &lt;/strong&gt;Na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Met someone in person from the Internet – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken pain killers – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes… but I avoid coz I’m allergic to some…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loved and missed someone – &lt;/strong&gt;Do I need to say this again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flown a kite – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes...when I was a kid but under supervision… not independently... dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Built a sand castle – &lt;/strong&gt;Tried but never succeeded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone puddle jumping – &lt;/strong&gt;yes… luv it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheated while playing a game – &lt;/strong&gt;lots of times... I believe in smart play not fair play ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been lonely – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes…and sometimes I prefer to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fallen asleep at work or school – &lt;/strong&gt;School…Yes during some utterly boring sessions. But never slept at work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Used a fake id – &lt;/strong&gt;Didn’t I told u about Riya and Rohit ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched a sun set – &lt;/strong&gt;Oh I luv it…. Specially sitting @ band stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felt an earthquake – &lt;/strong&gt;ye… but not the major ones... touchwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Touched a snake – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes… but am dead scared…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slept beneath the stars – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes…when I was a kid...its awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been robbed – &lt;/strong&gt;not robbed but my cell phone was flicked once while traveling in a local train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been misunderstood – &lt;/strong&gt;Ya… sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petted a reindeer/goat – &lt;/strong&gt;Nopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won a contest – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes…quite a lot... won some on Blog world too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Run a red light/stop sign – &lt;/strong&gt;Lots n lots of times... I’m someone who luv to break rules ;-)… I want to be chased by a traffic police atleast once… n ofcourse wanna outsmart him ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been suspended from school – &lt;/strong&gt;Nopes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been in a car accident – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes…when I was a very small kid and was traveling with my family from Bangalore to Mysore… encountered Bike accidents quite a lot of times ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night – &lt;/strong&gt;hehehee yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had déjà vu – &lt;/strong&gt;ye ye quite a lot of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Danced in the moonlight – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Witnessed a crime – &lt;/strong&gt;Nopes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been obsessed with post-it notes – &lt;/strong&gt;Never… have some for convenience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Squished barefoot through the mud – &lt;/strong&gt;Love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been lost – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes… I luv to explore new roads… its fun tracing n coming back to the known place ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been on the opposite side of the country – &lt;/strong&gt;Would luv to travel to the east of my country…so far unexplored…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Swam in the ocean – &lt;/strong&gt;Hahahahaa… tried learning swimming in pool but wass never confident… will give another try @ pool… ocean is still a dream ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cried yourself to sleep – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes…n I dun wanna talk abt that further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Played cops and robbers – &lt;/strong&gt;Lot many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently colored with crayons – &lt;/strong&gt;yes…during my induction… we had fun with crayons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sung karaoke – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes…but made sure no one was around to hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paid for a meal with only coins – &lt;/strong&gt;Nope...but its sounds fun… will try some day… I’ve collected lots of coins ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done something you told yourself you wouldn't – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Made prank phone calls – &lt;/strong&gt;Ofcourse yes... prankster after all… once we made a random call and an aunty picked up… I said… aunty ur dog is spoiling my gardern… aunty replied we don’t have a dog… I replied we neither have a garden… n banged the phone down… n we all went laughing… cheapsters ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caught a snow flake on your tongue – &lt;/strong&gt;Would luv to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Written a letter to Santa Clause – &lt;/strong&gt;Fairy tales or such kinds... hardly fascinated me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been kissed under the mistletoe by your boy/girlfriend – &lt;/strong&gt;Y the hell any1 wanna know this ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watched the sun rise with someone you care about – &lt;/strong&gt;Never but its one thing I’ll surely do on my honeymoon ;-) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blown bubbles – &lt;/strong&gt;Yesssss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonfire on the beach – &lt;/strong&gt;Not on a beach :-( … its fun for sure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughed so hard you pee your pants – &lt;/strong&gt;Haa… never so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheated on a test – &lt;/strong&gt;Didn’t I told that I luv to break rules... yes I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been kissed by someone you didn't like – &lt;/strong&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone skinny-dipping in a pool – &lt;/strong&gt;always see people doing so… if gathered enough guts will try one day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If anyone wants to get tagged... get going then ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mez having a bussy schedule... so not getting much time for blog hopping... waiting for the weekend now :-)&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113344258342743633?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113344258342743633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113344258342743633&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113344258342743633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113344258342743633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-silly-secrets.html' title='Some Silly Secrets...'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113188355187649794</id><published>2005-11-27T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T09:22:53.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For someone very special...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;After a long wait finally the time came... it kept us waiting for months... last time the rains played the spoil sport so this time I was so skeptical about sharing this with anyone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but yes... as they say "Better Late than Never" and the moment came when I met her after a very long time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(407).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28407%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aisi nazar se dekha us zalim ne chak par&lt;br /&gt;Hum ne Kaleja rakh diya chaku ki nok par"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Long distance relationships are so tough to live by... and we are into this for years... as I've always believed that if a relationship can tackle time and distance its worth going for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sometimes when things don't move your way its so frustrating... and so is the wait and watch game... which is going in my life since long... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Would like to share one of my compositions... again sorry for my Non-Hindi blog pals...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohabatt ki dastan kal bhi wahi thi&lt;br /&gt;Mohabatt ki dastan aaj bhi wahi hn&lt;br /&gt;Ki zamane ne badalne ki koshish bahut&lt;br /&gt;Par aaj bhi is rah par har galat sahi hn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohabatt ka dushman kal tha zamana&lt;br /&gt;Mohabatt ka dushman aaj hn zamana&lt;br /&gt;Parawah kahan ki zamane ki in afsaano ne&lt;br /&gt;Shayad isi baat se aitraaz karta hn zamana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohabatt mey kurbaani kal bhi di thi&lt;br /&gt;Mohabatt mey kurbaani aaj bhi di hain&lt;br /&gt;Kurbaaniyo se kahan dara hn parwana&lt;br /&gt;Mohabatt aur bagawat ko to daman hn purana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhse kehte hn tumko bhula de&lt;br /&gt;Apni aah mey nahin tumhe panah de&lt;br /&gt;Aankon mey basi ho ashr mey baha de&lt;br /&gt;Dil mey dhadkti ho dhadkan to ruka de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(395).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28395%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zamane se kya kahun..&lt;br /&gt;Mohabaatt soch kar nahin ki jaati hn&lt;br /&gt;Ye kambakht na jaane&lt;br /&gt;Kab kahan kaise ho jaati hn&lt;br /&gt;Soch kar ki jaati to mohabatt kahan kehlati&lt;br /&gt;Soch kar ki jaati to dil main kahan samati&lt;br /&gt;Aapko kya samjhau meri bhi samajh ke bahar hn&lt;br /&gt;Dil ki dhadkan mey woh hn&lt;br /&gt;Aur is dhadkte dil ko ussey pyaar hn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Puneet&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(All Copyrights reserved :-)&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have a busy time with audit around... wishing you all an awesome week ahead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113188355187649794?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113188355187649794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113188355187649794&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113188355187649794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113188355187649794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-someone-very-special.html' title='For someone very special...'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113264413935212170</id><published>2005-11-21T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T01:09:31.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissors cutting the scenes or the clothes…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was watching “Yeh Dillagi”, on TV, and the song came “Hoton pe bus tera naam hain”…and my sis and me had a conversation that this song was supposed to be one of the hottest number of that era… and we were laughing coz it was no more appealing now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trend has changed drastically… an onscreen kiss used to be very rare and anything more than that was only shown by directing towards a garden full of roses, fire burning or may be a sun set… and the rest was left for the audience to understand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Infact even a kiss in the movie used to sell that movie… if “Raja Hindustani” will be remembered then for the makeover of Karishma Kapoor &amp; the onscreen kiss with Aamir. There were some more movies like that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, an onscreen kiss or steamy scenes are not exceptional… every second movie is sold on the basis of such publicity… be it movie trailers or MMS… producers know that skin sells…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/18ek3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/18ek3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Off late… Aashiq Banaya Aapne had a steamy scene… so did the recent realize Ek Khiladi Ek Haseena… and can anyone forget “Murder”… and these were not the typical Bollywood steamy scenes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(lemme divert from the topic for a moment, I recently saw &lt;a href="http://ekkhiladiekhaseenathefilm.com" target="new"&gt;EKEH&lt;/a&gt; , and I loved the movie… am sure most of the audience will not like it… I loved the pranks shown in the movie and ofcourse Koena Mitra… she is one hot n smart bong babe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok back now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole point is the impact which these movies or rather such scenes have on the kids… the movie definitely gets the “A” certificate… but that’s only for watching the movie in the theater… and most of such scenes are already shown in the trailers… shouldn’t Censor board restrict showing of such scenes on TV… what’s your thought???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/movgal2500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/movgal2500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Secondly how comfortable are you watching such scenes in front of your family…&lt;br /&gt;(This reminds me of the post by z000nie on Titanic ;-). Other day “Aashiq Banaya Aapne” was coming on the TV and I knew when that steamy song/scene was going to come and I smartly changed the channel before that scene… I still can’t watch such scenes in front of my parents… I’m not comfortable…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/movgal1934.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/movgal1934.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Few months back when I was sitting in the salon and waiting for my turn… two kids…probably in 7th – 8th std were discussing about the genuineness of the MMS clips starring Mallika, Riya Sen and others… I was taken back for a moment… I laughed at myself and remembered that when I was in 7th … my friend had told me the process, which leads to the birth of a baby… and I was like yaaaks… (Now I’m laughing again)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I would like to know your thoughts… should sensor sharpen the scissors or no big deal… these things have to be accepted with the change of time…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113264413935212170?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113264413935212170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113264413935212170&amp;isPopup=true' title='70 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113264413935212170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113264413935212170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/scissors-cutting-scenes-or-clothes.html' title='Scissors cutting the scenes or the clothes…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>70</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113230449236943282</id><published>2005-11-19T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T04:47:01.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet My Best Pal…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;After meeting two virtual characters of my life... lemme introduce you to a real one ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posters of “&lt;strong&gt;Garam Masala&lt;/strong&gt;” all around the city keeps reminding me of my best pal…&lt;br /&gt;Not that we run after girlz as it’s shown in the movie… but may be coz of the chemistry between us… BTW we hardly ran after girlz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Things that keeps us rocking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Both are big flirts… used to have huge female fan clubs… fantastic bike riders… stylish car riders… can tell lie without the blink of eyes… always smiling… hardly serious when in groups… play terrific pranks… good in acting… fond of dancing… have awesome diet… best pals and a lethal combination when in jerk mood…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/IMG_0653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/IMG_0653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are together since our junior college… and know each other in and out… there wont be anyone in my family who doesn’t know about him and anyone in his family who doesn’t know about me…and the same goes with our friends too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it my Blog friends or his passing girl friends… very rarely we miss telling about each other…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;We have seen each other… laughing…winning… achieving dreams… struggling… crying… with broken hearts … breaking hearts… flirting… and playing pranks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lemme share some more pranks with you ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of our plans were planned… just spontaneous… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once we both were standing at a Bus stop… and getting bored…&lt;br /&gt;He thinks of something weird… and gets very formal ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He: “Bhai sahab cigarette kahan milegi”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: mujhe nahin pata… main nahin peeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He: Dukaan to bata sakte ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Arey bola na nahin peeta… samajh main nahiin aata kya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He: Bhadak kyon rahe ho… dukaan hi to pucha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: Jakar khud dhundo maine kya theeka le rakha hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He: Naya hoon is jagah par isliye puch raha hoon …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: ajeeb baat hain… beekar main gale pad rahe ho… hogi wahan kahin… main bhi naya hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He: arey to aisa kaho na…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me: to aisa nahin to aur kaisa bool raha hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(and we were quite loud… people @ bus stop were observing us)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He: nahin maloom hain to bool na nahin maloom hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(and we kept arguing on top of our voice for nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: accha chal ab bus aagayi ;-)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we boarded the bus together…and were laughing like mads ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Once at some railway station we saw a ticket checker and then he thought of some masti…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Little%20Tigers.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Little%20Tigers.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to hide ourselves and were noticed by the ticket checker… he immediately caught us and asked for the tickets…&lt;br /&gt;My friend said that the tickets are with me&lt;br /&gt;I checked my entire pockets… shirt… trousers… purse… showed him some old tickets… then I told my friend that its with him… he did the same… 2 trains passed by but we didn’t gave him the ticket…&lt;br /&gt;TC thought he caught one bakra…and then my pal said “give him the ticket we are getting late”… I replied… “ok as u say”… I removed my purse… took out the tickets… gave him and walked by… the expression on his face made our entire day… we kept on laughing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;After that a lot of times when we used to see a TC… he was like… “arey yaar do u have tickets…” lollzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Although we have lots of dissimilarities and we come from entirely different background… still our rapport is just fantastic… may be my weakness is his strength and his weakness is my strength...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since now we both are working, we actually get very less time to spend with each other and since ages we have not done “masti” together…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mez was getting bored so thought of sharing some more pranks with u... Now thats enough from me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113230449236943282?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113230449236943282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113230449236943282&amp;isPopup=true' title='53 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113230449236943282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113230449236943282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/meet-my-best-pal.html' title='Meet My Best Pal…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>53</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113206817582557411</id><published>2005-11-15T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:50:01.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puneet &amp; his Pranks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The latest prank played on me by my office gang &lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-i-was-welcomed.html" target="new"&gt;(And I was welcomed) &lt;/a&gt;reminded me of the old times when I executed some very well thought of pranks…&lt;br /&gt;I wanna share 2 pranks which I can never forget…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Baby_rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Baby_rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Meet Riya Saxena…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Year 2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Riya Saxena a fictional character in the world of Puneet…&lt;br /&gt;One day Riya mailed one of my very sweet friends in Mumbai… I was in Nagpur and so was Riya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My friend replied back… enquiring who she was…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Riya answered no questions but kept sending her nice festive greetings and wished her on her Birthday thru mails and e-greetings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Then… my friend got really curious to know who Riya was…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riya then shared some close secrets of my friend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My Friend got worried …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Finally Riya agreed to disclose her identity provided its kept secret…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My friend agreed…and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riya said… “I’m the GF of your very good friend…Guess who…” and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;My Friend did some ground work and enquired back if he is Puneet… (Bingooo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riya confirms… and the conversation hits… they became good friends…&lt;br /&gt;Riya shared how she met Puneet…how they became friends and their love story…but she took a promise of not sharing this with Puneet coz Puneet is planning to give them a surprise ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This whole episode took around 3-4 months…slowly… steadily…and me enjoying and planning what next … ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I visited Mumbai…and I know my friend… she can’t keep things to herself… and she shared about Riya with a common friend…and then…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these girlz took a nice session of Puneet… Puneet narrated the same story which Riya had narrated…and apologized for hiding this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Moreover my friends were like… “Dare u say anything to Riya” (coz she contacted them without keeping me in loop…) and I happily bowed down to their request ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/never%20loose%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/never%20loose%20heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luv story was continued for another month and I had to visit Mumbai again… this time a real friend of mine from Nagpur was with me… she knew about the Prank… and I asked her to play the character of Riya for sometime… when we reached Mumbai… my friends were completely confused… coz some knew I was coming with my friend…and some knew I was coming with Riya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Finally the curtain raiser that there was no one called Riya… and we had a nice laughing session… my friend was almost about to kill me for that Prank…&lt;br /&gt;It was great fun………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(This was the time of my break-off with my ex-GF… so the story made sense to my friend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Meet Rohit Arora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;(Year 2003-04)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Another fictional character in Puneet’s world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is Chartered Accountant working with Price Waterhouse Coopers… by coincidence got in touch by my sweetest pal… she is also a Chartered….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my friend doubted the existence of Rohit… &amp; knowing me immediately enquired with me… I used all my acting and lying skills to look innocent… and was successful ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohit then exchanged lots of “Legal Updates” with my friend and other 7-8 friends (all fake ids created by me)… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and to add some spice… some occasional personal mails were also exchanged… and this was continued for months and my friend was assured about the existence of Rohit… she forwarded his “Updates wala” mail to me ;-) &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(hehehhe and I used to laugh… mean Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Now the time for curtain raiser… that too in style na…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohit wrote a mail to the entire group…&lt;br /&gt;A formal meet was organized at Oberoi (at Nariman Point)… the whole gang who were on the mailing list were supposed to meet… and one was free to invite his/her colleagues… the entry fee was Rs.250/- (for dinner @ Oberoi…so cheap na…coz Auditors of Oberoi belong to this group… that’s why the concession… all planned up)…&lt;br /&gt;My friend told me about the meet and I agreed to go with her… ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;My original plan was to go with her to Oberoi… to make her enquire about this meet @ Oberoi and after not finding anything… open it up… but then I came to know that she has planned to call some of her friends from Borivali on a Sunday eve…(for nothing)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;So I made some changes in the plan…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the final day…Rohit was messaging my friend since morning to plan up the meet&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;…(now u must be wondering how come Rohit messaged coz there was no Rohit and my friend must be having my cell number… he he he… I used to carry two cell phones… my office phone number was not known to my other friends and my personal number was not known to my office friends ;-) trick worked)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the afternoon Rohit called and spoke with her… in fundu accent… &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(I had to make that chat very brief else there was a fear of me getting caught)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime I spoke with my friend… she was like… He is a typical PWC Chartered… full of accent and attitude…&lt;br /&gt;;-) I started laughing… and before she could say about the conversation I told her what Rohit and she must have spoken about… and she was like… “You are Rohit…@#$#%##@$”… good we were on phone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/jerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/jerry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;My friend had told 3-4 of her friends about this meet and also her parents… gosh my sweetheart friend… faced the embarrassment of telling everyone that it was a prank… her parents went off laughing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;After that she always stored my office number with the name of Rohit… and when ever she used to talk about her marriage… I used to say… Rohit hain na ;-)…&lt;br /&gt;I dunnu about Rohit…but I miss her a lot ;-) &lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-she-went-away.html" target="new"&gt;(And she went away) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;These are not the only stories… but the ones which are very close to me… may be coz it’s played on my best pals… Rohit and Riya have troubled a lot of people… and so has Puneet… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113206817582557411?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113206817582557411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113206817582557411&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113206817582557411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113206817582557411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/puneet-his-pranks.html' title='Puneet &amp; his Pranks'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113187846325787300</id><published>2005-11-13T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T10:27:57.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Time Pass</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I had a pretty silent weekend... most of the time relaxed at home and saw India winning the cricket series 6-1 (7-0 was not far ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the links to the below quiz from &lt;strong&gt;Amutha's Blog&lt;/strong&gt;... Thank you Dear... Finally I came up with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to do so went for it... if u have nothing to do then go for it... else WHO CARES ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: September 9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 9th day of the month adds a tone of idealism and humanitarianism to your nature.&lt;br /&gt;You become one who can work easily with people because you are broadminded, tolerant and generous.&lt;br /&gt;You are ever sensitive to others' needs and feelings, and you are very sympathetic and compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feeling run deep and you often find yourself in dramatically charged situations.&lt;br /&gt;This 9 energy always tends to give more that it gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's Bing000... so true&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Logical and Principled&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/social.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to voice your well thought out opinions on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;And if someone doesn't what you write, you really don't care!&lt;br /&gt;Serious and blunt, sometimes people take your blog the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;But you're a true and loyal friend to those who truly get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Blogging is no more a pass time... its one of the prime activity of mine ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/blue.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blog is a peaceful, calming force in the blogosphere.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to avoid conflict - you're more likely to share than rant.&lt;br /&gt;From your social causes to cute pet photos, your life is a (mostly) open book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;aaaahhhh... Blue na... Black is any time better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#98fb98;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cafbca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Only 40%... ;-)... something wrong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffa5b2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/romantic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance&lt;br /&gt;You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea&lt;br /&gt;The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ye... no doubt about... ok ok ... enough kissing have happened on blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are flexible and ready for anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;They got this right too ;-) except for the society crap... I give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to avoid confrontation and stay away from sticky situations.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.&lt;br /&gt;Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it get you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Another Bingooo... except for one best friend... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have more than one best friend ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Self-Discoverer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/self-discoverer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine.&lt;br /&gt;You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion.&lt;br /&gt;You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourreligiousphilosophyquiz/"&gt;What's Your Religious Philosophy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;aaahhaa that's news for me... but true on religious gurus n leaders...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Child Is Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/happy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see life as simple, and simple is a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're cheerful and upbeat, taking everything as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;And you decide not to worry, even when things look bad.&lt;br /&gt;You figure there's just so many great things to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howisyourinnerchildquiz/"&gt;How Is Your Inner Child?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Good he is happy... else outer child would have been crying ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113187846325787300?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113187846325787300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113187846325787300&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113187846325787300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113187846325787300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/blogging-time-pass.html' title='Blogging Time Pass'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113154126357583090</id><published>2005-11-09T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T04:27:51.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I was welcomed…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ragging... Taking on people... Playing pranks are the things I love to do... But yesterday things were different coz I was the “Bakra”... In our office there is a tradition of welcoming the new person by taking him/her out for a lunch with the entire team.  A very senior colleague of mine mailed the entire finance team that as a part of the tradition before lunch I’ll have to make a presentation on the topics as given by rest of the team members… and she happily gave me 3 topics and I was left at my will to select any one of my choice... First when I read the mail I thought there would be a nice ragging session... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mail was sent on Tuesday late evening so I had some time to prepare... which I sincerely did... Next day all were like... “Are you ready with the presentation”... and I happily replied, “yes almost”... and it was made clear that it should be power point presentation... (all the time I was thinking of an oral presentation)…  I just had 30min with me, and I came up with it... The whole team of 7 including CFO, were ready for my presentation... and I nicely went on with it... explaining fundaes... briefing and bla bla...  At the end of it everyone was very happy appreciating… smiling and telling me that I got 10 of 10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior colleague was continuously smiling thru out the presentation and while we were going out for lunch... Finally I asked her... What is she laughing for... and then she tells it was all a mock and prank... There is no such tradition of presentation and she enjoyed the sincerity with which I was making the presentation… and then we all went laughing. It was fun... At least some of my financial management fundaes got brushed up... and then we had a grand lunch at Orchids @ Santacruz... and wit that I was welcomed to the finance team.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; I’m a little more than a month old in the new office and was amazed by the enthu level of the guys during Diwali. There was a Rangoli competition... First I thought... What big deal... seen such kind of competitions since I was a kid... But when I went to watch the Rangoli I was zapped seeing the creativity, neatness, imagination and presentation... It was simply awesome... Guys and Girlz made the Rangoli in a team of three :-)&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've uploaded most of the Rangoli designs... and here is the link... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=puneetdreamz&amp;P=8D15&amp;AID=3007389&amp;Pres=Y" target="new"&gt; View Rangolis... Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Its simply awesome… for a moment u would doubt that it’s a Rangoli… Enjoy and do lemme know your favorites. Sayesha I told you guys are not bad at this... Guys took active participation in most of the Rangolis... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/DSC05799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/DSC05799.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our Finance team on the Traditional Day in office &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; For my blog pals... Yesterday night my sleep got disrupted around 2.30, I tried but couldn’t sleep till 3, then saw my sweetheart cell lying on my bed and I was like... “Should I”... then finally it was a yes... I would write a post on cell ... and so I did...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113154126357583090?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113154126357583090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113154126357583090&amp;isPopup=true' title='71 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113154126357583090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113154126357583090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-i-was-welcomed.html' title='And I was welcomed…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>71</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113129771145846743</id><published>2005-11-06T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T21:22:37.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing a Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Disclaimer:… &lt;/em&gt;The post is purely another crazy thought of mine… has no direct or indirect connection with anyone… including me… meant to be enjoyed in good spirit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/image013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Now since I have got all your attention, let me make it clear I’m not blogging how to kiss. &lt;br /&gt;It took me a lot to put this on my blog. (I mean time and not guts). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I mean exactly what I wrote – Stealing a Kiss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure a lot of us are not comfortable kissing at a public place… especially in India … ever tried, it’s not dirty; so far you are not licking. It just needs the right timings and the right place. Stealing a kiss from the eyes of the world is fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of the places where one can share a kiss – a movie hall, a lover’s park, a beach, a sea face, a train, a bus, a lift, a cab or anywhere else if you have the smartness to steal it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie hall&lt;/strong&gt; is one of the most obvious places, where couples take the corner seat. No wonder why 4 hours movie of Karan Johar and Yash Chopra are big hits, who cares what is going on the screen. There is nothing much to worry about, unless one doesn’t have a corner seat… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the &lt;strong&gt;parks and gardens&lt;/strong&gt; have turned into a lover’s point, not a very good place if kids are around. Very hit place for lovers as it pinches the purse least. Just have to find a place where there are enough trees to hide or enough couples to share the embarrassment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beach &lt;/strong&gt;obviously is a cool place to get cosy. With breeze of winds and sound of waves the places gets so romantic. Sitting on the sand with hands in hands definitely makes the eve. Beach is too crowded over here but couples still find cosy places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sea face&lt;/strong&gt;, yes, if taking about bandstand then it’s a hotspot place. Just need to find a nice rock to rest your ass. Be ready to deal with the “chakkas” if you want uninterrupted privacy. A very in place in Mumbai, be it any time of the day. A lot of the times its embarrassing for the people who come for a evening walk… There is no stealing just enduring….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A bus&lt;/strong&gt;, sharing a kiss here is very difficult unless it’s a private luxury bus. In a private luxury bus you just have to make sure the ones sitting diagonally front and adjacent are not gazing at you. Don’t lean the seat back to make it visible for others to watch what’s happening. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Train &lt;/strong&gt;is again not so difficult types, not the local trains of Mumbai. But the proper outstation trains give enough of time and opportunity. If you saw “Yuva” then you must have got the idea. Top berth are also a good bet for the couples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cab/rickshaw&lt;/strong&gt;… if u have got stuck in traffic at Hill road Bandra… going towards station… you would find many rickshaws occupied by couples... and I believe all are not shy ;-)… rickshaw/cab driver has to concentrate on his driving… so privacy can be taken for granted ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elevator&lt;/strong&gt;, this is one of my favourites. One needs to have enough patience, calculation and smartness. Patience- to find the opportunity, so that there is complete privacy… Calculation to be sure when to start and stop… (Not the lift). Smartness to make sure that no one around knows what’s in your mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what say… ever tried any… I have tried some ;-) not bad :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can share anymore places then you are most welcome… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113129771145846743?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113129771145846743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113129771145846743&amp;isPopup=true' title='130 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113129771145846743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113129771145846743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/stealing-kiss.html' title='Stealing a Kiss'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>130</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113108950758590489</id><published>2005-11-04T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T02:32:03.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The will to conquer is the first condition of victory"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/MSD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/MSD.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I’m enjoying the way Indian cricket team is performing in the current series… and after holding myself for long finally I’m blogging about Cricket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our cricket team outplayed Sri lanka in the first one day… I thought its just one off victory… but in the second ODI our cricket team added to their humiliation by crashing them to defeat… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing unusual… we are used to seeing India winning couple of matches and then loosing the entire series and when Sri lanka had set a target of 299 in 3rd ODI and Sachin out in the very first over I expected the great Indian batting collapse… and am sure most of us would have expected the same… but the handsome stud from Ranchi had some different plans when he came down to bat at number 3… the tall…good looking… n strong MS Dhoni was in Diwali mood and gave the best ever gift to all the fellow Indians… single handedly took away the match with complete comfort n ease… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th ODI and I was wondering if the law of averages will come into picture… but this Indian Cricket team has just cultivated the habit of winning… awesome cricket… with 180 for 6 at one stage the heart of all the Indian cricket fans would have skipped a beat… I was in office and I immediately switched on the radio on my cell only to hear some sensible cricket under pressure by the youngsters and yes we won the match and the series… a 4-0 lead, which is very rare sight for the cricket fans over here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/MSD%26RD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/MSD%26RD.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; With fresh blood coming in and a playing captain things are a lot different… although I don’t deny that its just the beginning… and this team has miles to go… but as they say… well begun is half done… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well-done Indian Cricket Team… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Victory is won not in miles but in inches. Win a little now, hold your ground, and later, win a little more." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be consistent and hungry for victory… and don’t be complacent…&lt;br /&gt;I don’t expect them to win each and every match but don’t give it away… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the series already won… we can see some experiments in the squad… but I would love the bottom line to be 7-0… a complete white wash… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for the kill…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"If you think you can win, you can. Faith is necessary to victory." &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; Eid Mubarak to all my Muslim Pals... God Bless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113108950758590489?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113108950758590489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113108950758590489&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113108950758590489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113108950758590489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/11/will-to-conquer-is-first-condition-of.html' title='&quot;The will to conquer is the first condition of victory&quot;'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113091190103990708</id><published>2005-11-02T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:16:37.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crackers of Happiness and Candles of Love…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Diwali… I can relate this festival with lots of sweets… new dresses… kurtas… crackers… lots of holidays… out station trip… meeting friends n relatives… Diyas… lightening up house… and cleaning my room… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Diwali eve we have a “Lakshmi Puja” at home… and since years it’s happening in my room… (That’s an incentive to keep the room clean)… so yesterday morning... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Where we would be doing the Puja… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Why… (Surprisingly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; If it’s happening in my room then I’ll clean it ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom: &lt;/strong&gt;(laughing)… your room is too untidy… it will take days to clean it for Puja… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Ye so good…. I don’t have to clean it today ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Atleast make it a bit presentable… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation is not new for either of us… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Mandir%40Hme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Mandir%40Hme.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p000%40Puja.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/p000%40Puja.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty long weekend… from Saturday to Tuesday… Friday onwards the Diwali celebrations had started… with partying, shopping and meeting friends and I’m sure it will go on till this weekend… many of my friends will have this whole week as holiday… lucky chaps… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we all colony friends met in the evening… and had a real good time… if in Mumbai then we all celebrate Diwali together… most of us are anti-crackers… we burn very few crackers… just for the sake of it… that too the non-noisy ones…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image_37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Image_37.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image_38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Image_38.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Diwali I get an opportunity to wear my Kurtas… oh I love them… on Friday we had a traditional day in office and I was is complete traditional attire… again yesterday being Diwali I got an opportunity to wear Kurta… it’s fun… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve surely put on lots of calories since last week… gosh… there are more than 7 to 8 varieties of sweets in my home… and I’m freaking on sweets… too difficult to resist… and who wants to resist… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in complete festive mood… I’m actually finding no time to Blog these days… a holiday also unfortunately has only 24 hours ;-) &lt;br /&gt;So I’ll be a bit irregular till this weekend… so please excuse me for that… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gul Ne Gulshan Se Gulfam Bheja Hain&lt;br /&gt;Aasman Ne Sitaro Se Salam Bheja Hain&lt;br /&gt;Mubarak Ho Aapko Diwali Ka Tyohaar&lt;br /&gt;Humne Aapke liye Ye Paigam Bheja Hain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wishing you all a very Happy Diwali and a very Prosperous New Year…&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Love…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113040376039849275</id><published>2005-10-27T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T02:20:26.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If anything can go wrong, it will</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered how does it feel when…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You working for an hour on PC with unsaved data and PC hangs off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are late and by the time you reach the bus stop you see the direct bus to your office passing by… with enough place to rest your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are talking to your friend for an hour and the next day u come to know that it was his/her birthday the previous day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are late on a date and tyre of your bike/car gets punctured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are on your way for the interview and a passing vehicle splashes water over your dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Important meeting in the morning and the alarm clock doesn’t wakes you up…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After a break-off u visit a pub/disc to booze and see your ex enjoying with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You get the opportunity to watch porn movie at home… all alone, n some unavoidable guest comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Crucial over of Cricket Match and the cable connection goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meeting is on with the top shots… pin drop silence and you fart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Almost nearing to kiss him/her for the first time and the cell phone rings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sitting in a loo and water goes off… no tissues too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The “newspaper aunty” of your locality sees u going on a bike with your BF/GF… and passes a sweet sarcastic smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The hottest chick of your office is passing by and you hold your breath to hide the tummy… and the chick says relax… I’ve seen u sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You have a planned a trip meet to your BF/GF in other city and bad weather screws up the communication link…the plan is cancelled at the last hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After a busy day your GF/BF calls you in the eve and the battery of cell phone ditches you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are on your way to pick up your BF/GF from the Airport/Railway station and the traffic is heavily screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are blogging the new post during office hours &amp; your boss is watching you standing behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just checked no one is here ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;q&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After a tiring day you decide to Blog hop and get relaxed only to find some guy like Puneet make u feel all the more miserable with such bizarre post…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Peace out guys… yesterday while working on my PC my leg by mistakenly switched off the power supply… and that’s what made me post this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would love to hear more such stuff from you… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;so rock on…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113040376039849275?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113040376039849275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113040376039849275&amp;isPopup=true' title='64 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113040376039849275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113040376039849275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-anything-can-go-wrong-it-will.html' title='If anything can go wrong, it will'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>64</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-113021691893376371</id><published>2005-10-24T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T22:28:44.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;This time by cute &lt;strong&gt;Michelle&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. Last movie you saw in a theater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-)&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Red Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2. What book are you reading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; The Alchemist by Paul Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. Favorite board game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-)&gt; Chess… ofcourse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4. Favorite magazine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; India Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5. Favorite smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Smell after first rains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;6. Favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-)&gt; Punjabiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;7. Favorite sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-)&gt; Non stop beats of Drums n sound of waves reaching the shore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8. Worst feeling in the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Feeling of being betrayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;9. What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Oh shit… am I working today :-( &lt;br /&gt;        next thing... can I sleep for some more time ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;10. Favorite fast food place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Wherever I can find pretty looking chicks ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;11. Future child's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Long way to go… never thought of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12. Finish this statement. If I had a lot of money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Invest most it… CA after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;13. Do you drive fast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Yes… most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;14. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Does animal include women… ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;15. Storms cool or scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; I guess Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;16. What was your first car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-)&gt; I hope it will be a black-grey Scorpio or Endeavour :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;17. Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Sweet lime soda n Cold coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;18. Finish this statement, "If I had the time I would...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Go on a long vacation with my GF (the balance money which is not invested will be blown here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;19. Do you eat the stems on broccoli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-)&gt; Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;20. If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Black ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;21. Name all the different cities/ towns you have lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Mumbai and Nagpur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;22. Half empty or half full?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Half full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;23. Favorite sports to watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Cricket, World cup soccer, Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;24. One nice thing about the person who tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-)&gt; Sweet n smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;25. Morning person, or night owl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; More of night owl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;26. Over easy, or sunny side-up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; Sunny side-up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;27. Favorite place to relax?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; My bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;28. Favorite pie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt; None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-113021691893376371?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/113021691893376371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=113021691893376371&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113021691893376371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/113021691893376371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged again !!!'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112988604488412530</id><published>2005-10-21T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T03:10:29.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged: Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tagged by... very sweet n cute buddies... &lt;strong&gt;Divya&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;Cheesy&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; Seven things I plan to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Get Married&lt;br /&gt;Continue my studies&lt;br /&gt;Set up a boutique for my GF&lt;br /&gt;Drive all the way to Goa&lt;br /&gt;Learn Salsa dance&lt;br /&gt;Download lots of games on my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;Watch 4 different movies in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; Seven things I can do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Smile always&lt;br /&gt;Ignore people&lt;br /&gt;Be diplomatic&lt;br /&gt;Flirt unlimited&lt;br /&gt;Take that extra step to help my friends&lt;br /&gt;Give “gyan”&lt;br /&gt;Write poems n shayaris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; Seven things I can't do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Trust people easily&lt;br /&gt;Maintain relations for the hec of it&lt;br /&gt;Swim confidently&lt;br /&gt;Initiate talking with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Miss my work deadlines&lt;br /&gt;Forgive easily&lt;br /&gt;Tag this to 7 more people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; Seven things I say most often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FO&lt;br /&gt;Shit&lt;br /&gt;Dear&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Luv U&lt;br /&gt;Cool&lt;br /&gt;Yesssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; Seven things I should be doing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Keep myself updated with ET&lt;br /&gt;Work out @ Gym&lt;br /&gt;Swim without float&lt;br /&gt;Keep my cool while driving&lt;br /&gt;Call my friends with whom I’ve lost contacts&lt;br /&gt;Some charity for unprivileged children&lt;br /&gt;Setting up my own business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;Seven things I must try:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Alcohol&lt;br /&gt;Professional stage shows&lt;br /&gt;Drive Mercedes Benz&lt;br /&gt;Paragliding n Ice-skating&lt;br /&gt;Horse riding&lt;br /&gt;Enter somebody’s dinner reception without invitation&lt;br /&gt;(in group ofcourse)&lt;br /&gt;Pierce my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have a nice weekend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112988604488412530?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112988604488412530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112988604488412530&amp;isPopup=true' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112988604488412530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112988604488412530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged-seven.html' title='Tagged: Seven'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112956842810086569</id><published>2005-10-17T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T10:23:21.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are so different yet so similar…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some days back I saw Salam Namastee… it was a good movie… but I’m not giving any review about the movie… but there are certain things which I kept thinking about… would like to share some of those…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many Hindi movies, for love to grow couples need to have same food taste, same ice cream flavour, same colour choice, liking the same sport, n all such scrap… but in Salam Namastee things were different… &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it reminded me of my relationship with my GF…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Dolphins1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Dolphins1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There are a hell lot of things where we differ…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She likes spicy food… I don’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I’m a Sweet freak… she HATES sweets…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She is quite diet conscious... I give a damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don’t like PaniPuri… She can’t live without it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Her Fav soft drink is Thumps up… Mine is Sprite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Her Fav fruit is Grappes… Mine is Pineapple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;If she buys for me… she ends up picking some shade of White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Whereas me buying for self end up picking up some shade of Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She loves to walk… I hate it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She loves hill stations… I love beaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She like snakes… I’m dead scared of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She is scared of cats… I love playing with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She knows all my favorites…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had to SMS her and check some of hers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She never liked guys who were surrounded by girlz…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I’m a kind of guy who has got max female friends…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She rips apart a guy… who tries to flirt around with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;…flirting is my nature ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;She has done a diploma in fashion designing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I’m pathetic with dress sense…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Playing with financial numbers is my profession…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She is too shy to bargain even for prices for her services&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I’m sure there would some more points to add to this list…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn’t make a difference to us… coz we have naturally got so used to each other and we can’t see any difference unless someone points it out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we love to fight with each other… actually if we don’t fight we do not feel comfortable… since years both of us have been the same… just that every fight has brought us more closer and we cant live without it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And since we both feel that we have found that one person we would love to annoy for the rest of our lives we had given a serious consent and go ahead to our relationship…&lt;br /&gt;But then that’s my life… would you like to share your thoughts….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Do you feel such pity things like, same colour, food, ice cream taste matters…&lt;br /&gt;Does it matters how similar your liking is or is that… opposites attract…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would be the selecting/deciding factor(s) you would see in this so-called closest relationship???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112956842810086569?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112956842810086569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112956842810086569&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112956842810086569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112956842810086569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-are-so-different-yet-so-similar.html' title='We are so different yet so similar…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112921146503157423</id><published>2005-10-13T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T07:11:23.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off… what a relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The second half of the year accounts for a large number of festive holidays in India… yesterday was one such day… on account of Dassera we had an off… I had planned my day somewhat like this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Washing my Bike&lt;br /&gt;Finishing the book I’ve started reading a week back&lt;br /&gt;Blogging&lt;br /&gt;Going thru my Induction booklet&lt;br /&gt;Clearing the mess in my shelf&lt;br /&gt;Arranging my bank statements &amp; credit card statements&lt;br /&gt;Meeting friends in the eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what I actually did…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Washed my bike&lt;br /&gt;Blogged&lt;br /&gt;Blogged&lt;br /&gt;Blogged&lt;br /&gt;Blogged&lt;br /&gt;Blogged&lt;br /&gt;Met my friends in the eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to catch up with most of my friend’s Blog… and ended up spending the whole day in blogging ;-)… NO REGRETS… it was worth :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the eve I and my friends went to watch the “Burning of Ravan”…&lt;br /&gt;Dassera (or Vijayadashmi)… is a symbol of victory of good over evil…infact this festival is celebrated in a different way, by a different name in different parts of the country…. A lot of mythological stories are linked to it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how we celebrate it in our colony…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/1_Rath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/1_Rath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The “Ram Rath”…&lt;br /&gt;An artificial chariot which takes a whole round of the colony… some kids are dressed up like Ram, Laxman, Sita, Hanuman….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/3_RavanCrowded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/3_RavanCrowded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/2_Ravan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/2_Ravan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;That’s the effigy of Ravan… which is burnt on Dassera to depict victory of Lord Ram over Ravan…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/6_fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/6_fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/5_Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/5_Fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/4_Fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/4_Fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Those are some fireworks which I tried to capture from my cell camera… it looks awesome in real… just fantastic…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/7_ravanburnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/7_ravanburnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And finally Ravan is burnt… traditionally some Puja is done before the burning of Ravan…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main attraction is the fireworks which is simply awesome… 30-45 minutes of non-stop fireworks…. I also did some video recording…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Friday and then the weekend… me having a great time….&lt;br /&gt;Will catch up with you all during the weekend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112921146503157423?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112921146503157423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112921146503157423&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112921146503157423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112921146503157423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-off-what-relief.html' title='A day off… what a relief'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112883989012525646</id><published>2005-10-08T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T08:15:06.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaadu Hain Nasha Hain…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jaadu Hai Nasha Hai Madhoshiyan Hai&lt;br /&gt;Tujhko Bhulake Aab Jaao Kahan&lt;br /&gt;Dekhti Hai Jis Tarah Se Teri Nazrein Mujhe&lt;br /&gt;Main Khud Ko Chupaao Kahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/normal_shreyaghoshal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/normal_shreyaghoshal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’m sure my pals from India would know the voice behind this sensuous song… a sweet… cute and very young girl… who is extremely talented… and already a superstar… yes I’m talking about &lt;strong&gt;Shreya Ghoshal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now what made me blog about her... two reasons…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, she is from my colony and secondly on Friday eve I saw her live musical concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I rushed from my office and reached the colony well in time... but the hall was packed and no place to sit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual the show started with some introduction and the uncle who gave the introduction was completely hopeless… we were waiting when he will finish off with his (supposed to be) brief speech… whole biography of Shreya was told by him… good that she is only 22 else he would have easily taken an hour to complete the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the lights went off and the music started… all eyes were desperately looking for Shreya… but someone called Ayub Patel started the show… he sang two songs but the audience were least bothered… all were so impatient to see the girl of the colony…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a brief silence the song starts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“Silsila ye Chahat ka na maine bujhne diya”…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Shreya appears on stage… whistles… clapping… cheering her up… gosh… the whole atmosphere got charged up….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song was followed by two romantic numbers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Waada Raha…Pyar se Pyaar ka” (From Khakhee)&lt;br /&gt;“Agar Tum Mil Jao.. (From Zeher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with her voice… awesome… she sings awesome… and the way she was managing the stage was too good… very smartly using English, Hindi and Bangla to make sure that she keeps everyone happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to come was a very sweet parody of some sweet old songs…&lt;br /&gt;On Durga Puja how she would have done injustice to the Bengali crowd… and she sang 3 Bengali songs in a row… I don’t remember the lyrics but the songs were very melodious and if she is singing I can listen to her irrespective of the language…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Kangana re kangana re Kirnon se sab rangana re” (from Paheli)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was next to follow… I was already wondering there are so many hit numbers in her kit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short break she came back with some super hit catchy numbers…&lt;br /&gt;Much awaited &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“Jaadu hain naasha hain”…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;rocked the floor…which actually did Jaadu (magic) on all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ears and heart were having a treat…and with &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Piyu bole piya bole"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; (from Parineeta)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one could easily appreciate the variety she was offering…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right from 8PM I with my friends were standing and watching…and there were hundreds of people standing… and very calmly enjoying the show…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the show was concluding she picked up the fast numbers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With songs like…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Mujhe Tumse Mohabatt hain… Dewwangi ki hadd tak”&lt;br /&gt;“Tumhein jo maine dekha, tumhein jo maine jaana ”&lt;br /&gt;“Gori gori, gori gori, gori gori… from MHN”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the atmosphere was rocking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then she concluded the show with one of the super hit song of Devdas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;“Dhola re Dhola re Dhola re Dhola”…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was bliss… a right kick start to the Friday eve…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally don’t go for musical concerts and all… I prefer stage plays… had it been anyone other than Shreya Ghoshal… I would have easily avoided it... Keep rocking Shreya… it’s just the beginning for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tag Strawy (st000nie) for my previous post.... "Steal From Me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112883989012525646?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112883989012525646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112883989012525646&amp;isPopup=true' title='69 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112883989012525646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112883989012525646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/jaadu-hain-nasha-hain.html' title='Jaadu Hain Nasha Hain…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>69</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112857630821686758</id><published>2005-10-05T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T05:27:51.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steal from me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I got this SMS forward from a friend and I forwarded it to most of my friends…and I was amazed by the replies I got… so let me put this for my Blogging Pals too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;IF U COULD STEAL ONE THING IN ME…&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD IT BE…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I’ll blog the replies of my friends once I get the replies from you all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for…get going :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Here are some of the replies of my pals…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S#1:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey I wudnt steal anything from u coz u r cute with all that u have and I luv u as ur and can’t imagine you with anything less, especially ur smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A#1:&lt;/strong&gt; I guess ur ability to keep everyone around u happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S#2:&lt;/strong&gt; I would steal ur new job, which is still a secret to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D#1:&lt;/strong&gt; Ur flirting ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D#2:&lt;/strong&gt; Ur appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A#2:&lt;/strong&gt; I would steal ur height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R#1:&lt;/strong&gt; Ur focus on what u want to do and the determination to do it whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M#1:&lt;/strong&gt; Ur kind nature, talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K#1:&lt;/strong&gt; I would steal ur intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; here are the responses from my Blog Pals…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;@ Uttara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;am not stealing anything from u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Keshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I wud steal ur gentleness...u r truly very caring and gentle with all ur mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Comes back with another reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wud steal this question from u and rephrase it…&lt;br /&gt;1.Ur Gentleness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2.Ur Cuteness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3.Ur Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;4.Ur Smartness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;5.Ur Politeness :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;6.Being the question I stole lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Strawy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna steal whole of u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;then changes her mind…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DECIDED : i want NUTHING from p000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Zombie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur serene and collected self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Mί¢ђεĻLē&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur smileee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ brood mode&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t answer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(We just met)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Cheesy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 100 Posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Unaiza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur good luck:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Divya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah ur eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Dewdrop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll steal your patent word..'dear' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Exasparater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know buddy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(new to my blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Nitika&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things from u&lt;br /&gt;i wanna steal your smile&lt;br /&gt;your nose coz u r going for a surgery na???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Gumnaaam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to steal ur precious time and make tht mine so i culd cover all pending my works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Sebia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know u so cant ans this q naa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Kiran&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Arz000n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your style of flirting...all 100%, coz u dont need it anyway right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ 4u2nvau/Rohit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would steal your location. I would do anything to move to mumbai :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Boldnbeautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;None I Like you the way u are..But if I think too hard it would be all your Girl Friends hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tell me how much ur Wallet contains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;She wants to steal that too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Fatema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I assume that u have a great sense of humour! so i would like to steal that :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;@ Amutha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;do i look like a thief to you?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(She also doesn't want to steal anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Pari&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;u r just perfect na n i dont want to change this perfection by stealing smthing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Manish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;no nothing to steal dear! will like all ur qualities to remain with u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ anbu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;may be ur gal admirers.... seems u have lot of them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Dawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would frankly not let anything change in U ...as u r good with what you have and if I take anyone thing from you then you wont be the same :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANKS TO ALL OF U FOR PARTICIPATING...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The post is yet open ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cheers ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tag strawy (st000nie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112857630821686758?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112857630821686758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112857630821686758&amp;isPopup=true' title='89 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112857630821686758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112857630821686758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/steal-from-me.html' title='Steal from me'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>89</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112835644641874833</id><published>2005-10-03T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T09:39:34.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First day and 100th Post…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was my first day @ the new office... As usual I kicked my bike and took off the new route, but I think god was either very happy or unhappy... It started pouring cats n dogs... Typical Mumbai rains… the rainy wear also couldn’t stand the fierce drops of rains...and the whole way I was cursing the rains... Why the hell it has to rain now... Can't it rain after 10AM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I reached office, I was partially drenched… the shirt, trousers n socks and yes my bag and the documents inside too. I entered the office... was so uncomfortable and a bit embarrassed too... What a start that was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for the formalities to be done... In the meanwhile chatting on SMS... watching pretty chicks pass by and feeling yaks about my wet clothes. Soon I started feeling cold... I had nothing interesting to do so I started typing this post on my cell. Ha ha ha ha... Difficult to do away with Blog craze... Laughing at self and saying “Grow up Puneet”...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the initial formalities were completed… and I was introduced to the department I will be working with... some interaction with the people in the team...&lt;br /&gt;Some 15days will go in grooming and induction... I think it’s essential to do away with that feeling of a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was lunch time... and wow the canteen is cool… awesome food with enough variety… Price is quite reasonable too…after I had my lunch I glanced thru the 3rd floor window to see the traffic jam on both sides of the road… I was like Gosh… what traffic in the afternoon… the traffic smiled back at me and said…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Puneet… Welcome back to Andheri ;-)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately no laptop over here… I know that is sad but can’t help... cant get all the benefits. The workstation got installed and other formalities were done too… My mind was preoccupied with a lot of things... a lot of thoughts were running thru my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The positives... the negatives...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking from the micro level sometimes from the macro level..&lt;br /&gt;Gosh... &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;change certainly changes so much&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I was at Dwedy’s blog where she had posted her 100th post. I checked my blog to count the number of my posts… and I found I was at 99… what a co-incidence that was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/BABY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/BABY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So this post completes my century of posts…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;and I thank all my blogging pals who shared their thoughts and time with me… completing 100 posts in just over 7 months shows my addiction towards blogging…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one drawback of Blogging is I have stopped writing diaries… ye that’s really sad… but now with my Blogging activities slowing down... I guess my diary will have some less blank pages ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my top 10 favorites… I had a tough time in selecting top 10…&lt;br /&gt;If you have nothing to do… feeling bored… and tired of seeing the same 100th post for the whole week… you can give a visit to my top favs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/damn-it-say-yes-now.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-) Damn it! Say a YES now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-friendship-day.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-) Happy Friendship Day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/married-or-happy.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-) Married OR Happy ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-dance-floor-oh-kudhiye-nach-baliye.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-) On the dance floor oh kudhiye - Nach baliye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/07/monsoon-mumbai-me-and-my-journey-back.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-) Monsoon, Mumbai &amp;amp; Me and My Journey Back Home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/99-facts-about-me.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-) 99 Facts about Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-u-sis.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-) Love U Sis…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/eerie-interviews.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-) Eerie Interviews &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/tactics-girls-often-use.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-) Tactics girls often use…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/04/educated-illiterates.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;:-) Educated Illiterates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Have Fun Guys…&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112835644641874833?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112835644641874833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112835644641874833&amp;isPopup=true' title='218 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112835644641874833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112835644641874833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-first-day-and-100th-post.html' title='My First day and 100th Post…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>218</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112805923725931249</id><published>2005-09-29T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T22:47:17.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two years and I decided to move on…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was October 2003, I was so charged… heading towards a new goal… big smiles on my face… lots of excitement…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the time when I joined my present company… two years past and now I’ve decided to move on…and today is my last day in this office…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place where I had spent maximum of my two years… I’ve got attached to this place… the daily route… the security wala… the pretty looking receptionist…my desk… my lappy… my official cell phone…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my friends n colleagues… my bosses… the housekeeping guys… and everything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back and see… I’ve learned so much during this period… shared my good n bad times… and now it’s a time to say “good bye”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hum rahe ya na rahe kal&lt;br /&gt;Kal yaad aayenge yeh palPal,&lt;br /&gt;yeh hain pyaar ke palChal,&lt;br /&gt;aa mere sang chalChal,&lt;br /&gt;soche kya Chhoti si hai zindagi&lt;br /&gt;Kal mil jaaye to hogi khushnaseebi&lt;br /&gt;Hum rahe ya na rahe,&lt;br /&gt;yaad aayenge yeh pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recall and thank the ones I’ve interacted with during my love-affair with this company…&lt;br /&gt;(Why have I mentioned love-affair… coz I love working here and I used to handle the affairs of the company ;-) PJ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IDG:&lt;/strong&gt; My immediate boss… he is one gem of a person… learned so much from him… he was such a good support… too smart n too sarcastic… a typical scorpion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Seniors n Bosses:&lt;/strong&gt; I interacted with all the top shots of the company and the exposure which I got was just fantastic… I thank them for trusting me and providing me with all the support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Friends… &lt;/strong&gt;Gogoi, Anita, Shanti, Samantha, Bindiya, Jatin, Arup Da, Prayank, Rakesh, Sachin… these are my friends with whom I shared a stronger bond…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friends who left the Organisation before me… Kiranjeet, Uttara, Darshana, Manit, Jinesh, Nishant, Prabal, Dev, Umesh… and most of us are still in touch…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my other colleagues with whom I interacted during the course of 2 years… I thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a guy like me who get emotionally attached to things… it gets difficult to part with… but I know that’s life…and I’m moving ahead to pursue my dreams and my career goals…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Due to this move, my Blogging activities will reduce to a great extent… may be from a daily blogger I may turn into a weekend blogger… that’s sad… would be impossible to match up to the pace of the blogs of you all…will miss all that… and I’m feeling sad for that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be surrendering my Lappy and I don’t know if I would be provided with one in the new organization… I doubt… so this will be my last post from this lappy… but surely not the last post of my blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aane waali subha jaane&lt;br /&gt;Rang kya laaye deewaani&lt;br /&gt;Meri chaahat ko rakh lena&lt;br /&gt;Jaise koi nishaani&lt;br /&gt;Hum rahe ya na rahe, yaad aayenge yeh pal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday morning… I’ll be in a new Organisation… new route… new bosses… new people… new work n work environment…and ofcourse new girlzzzzzz ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Bye to this organization and to the people over here… and I wish them all the success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112805923725931249?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112805923725931249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112805923725931249&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112805923725931249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112805923725931249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/two-years-and-i-decided-to-move-on.html' title='Two years and I decided to move on…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112781477254433701</id><published>2005-09-27T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:06:01.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tactics girls often use…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Girls are so damn good at using buttering technique… when ever they want something expensive or things to be done in their way…. They will come out with all the good words… and make us guys feel as if we are the best ones on this planet ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a conversation….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Girl: Hey why don’t you message?… I’ve seen a very beautiful plain “Blood Red” saari in shiffon… it’s gonna look damn nice on me… its too cool… only Rs.1,200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Setting the Platform)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boy: Oh my sweetheart… “Maska Solid maarti hoo” (ur damn good with buttering technique)…Get it… ur dad is there na ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Why you want so many saris (she already has 6-7, all new)… I won’t allow you to wear them more often ;-)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Teasing her)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Girl: Plz na… I love wearing saari, Dad is not gonna buy it for me, and since long you have not gifted me anything… Please think of this as a my B’day Gift… If u will say “No” my heart will break… please say a yes na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Emotional drama… the second biggest weapon girls have)&lt;br /&gt;(Guess what’s the biggest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boy: Now when you say all this how the hell can I say No, I know you are going to emotionally blackmail me like this only… still I love u… go and get it ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Target Trapped)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Girl: I LOVE U (In Caps)… I know there is no one like you in this world, u r the best… I love you. Blouse stitching, bangles, matching set… and all it would come to Rs.1,500… I’m sure now you are not going to say a no… ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Googly… zoor ka jhatka dheere se)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boy: I understood exactly … why I’m the best… go ahead take it… have I said a No to you ever ;-)… Love u too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Clean bowled)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure… all who are or have been in a relationship must have gone thru a similar conversation…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW… the boy in this conversation is Me…&lt;br /&gt;(and I’ve edited some of the censored text ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so dull and boring if everything is put so straight and simple…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where the guy doesn’t object)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Girl: I wanna buy a sari, its damn cool only Rs.1200&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ok go ahead, don’t disturb me&lt;br /&gt;Girl: with all accessories it will come to Rs.1500&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Big deal… buy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where the guy objects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Girl: I wanna buy a sari, its damn cool only Rs.1200&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Are you crazy, u just got so many saris…&lt;br /&gt;Girl: This one is damn cool… plain red colour… in shiffon…&lt;br /&gt;Boy: So the rest were dull n boring… y u took them&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Y u get me wrong, those were gifted to me&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Ok so tell ur dad to gift this one too&lt;br /&gt;Girl: U know he will not, can’t u buy a gift for me&lt;br /&gt;Boy: So u wanna say I’ve not bought anything for you…&lt;br /&gt;Girl: unless I ask, u don’t buy anything… for whom are you earning so much… when will we spend this, ….when I’ll get old… this saari would look so pretty… but u don’t want to see me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Now guy tries to patch up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Boy: ooh dear… u look pretty anyways… whatever u wear (or don’t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(ooops am sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Girl: Stop flirting… if ur gonna buy this for me then only speak to me… bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Poor guy….)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clarifying… this Guy is not me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flirting keeps us so healthy… she knows I wont say her a NO… I know she doesn’t have to ask me… but still…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows if she will ask directly … she will miss her share of fun… and I know if I’ll agree immediately I’ll miss my share of fun… :-)&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every thing that carries a price tag is Cheap... One should just have the purchasing power...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So u guys guessed what is the biggest weapon…&lt;br /&gt;Tears ofcourse… ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Plug in your thoughts and experiences...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112781477254433701?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112781477254433701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112781477254433701&amp;isPopup=true' title='56 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112781477254433701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112781477254433701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/tactics-girls-often-use.html' title='Tactics girls often use…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>56</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112739376809657361</id><published>2005-09-23T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T05:47:36.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eerie Interviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: &lt;/strong&gt;The following conversation has nothing to do with my work environment and the places where I’ve appeared for the interview and the people I’ve interacted with during this process… it’s just a weird thought … to be taken in good spirit ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I have been in a process of going for interviews… and on one such day I appeared in 4 interviews…&lt;br /&gt;Gosh suddenly I started realizing my market value ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the evening I was drenched… I met my friend and she said she would take my interview ;-)… she took my CV and started…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Friend: Tell me something about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I’m a hardcore blogger…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(Before I could complete)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Friend: WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I’m a hardcore blogger… never heard about it… visit my URL…@ puneetdreamz.blogspot.com... there you can read a post ... &lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/99-facts-about-me.html"&gt;"99 Facts About Me"&lt;/a&gt; that should suffice your needs... infact it will be more... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Friend: Ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I started blogging some 6 months back… blogging is something which I love to do and I’m quite serious about making a future in it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Friend: Ok… What do u blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Any shit that comes to my mind… its same as flashing at interviews… infact better that that… interviewers are the most hopeless persons on earth… they ask absolutely rubbish question…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Friend: What do you mean by that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: chill down… for example…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Interviewer: Tell me something about yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on… Why the hell u think I’ve given u my CV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Interviewer: Why you wanna leave the current company?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You think I’m gonna tell u the truth… wont you leave this company if someone else gives u 50% hike next day… a better profile n a better position… grow up guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Interviewer: Would this profile interest you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No actually… I didn’t had any timepass… and have seen all the recent movies so thought of appearing for an interview…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Interviewer: What was your work profile… what you did… achievements?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just used to watch pretty girlz passing by… sometimes passing comments also… blogging ofcourse… that’s my lifeline… used to drink lots of tea n coffee… n other such free stuffs… you moron…. Y I’ve taken the efforts to prepare the CV…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Interviewer: I need some reference check…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gosh this is ridiculous…. You are not trusting me… who in person is in front of you… but you will trust some “xyz” on phone… that too who will be refereed by me… can you please tell me the logic ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Friend: Ok… that’s enough… I got it…tell me where you see yourself after 5 years…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me: After 5 years I would be one experienced blogger… might receive some awards for blogging ;-) my post should draw atleast 250 comments… with around 100 in an hour of posting … a post a day… ya these are my landmarks… I would try to achieve these ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Friend: Ohh that sounds great… why you wanna leave your job…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I told u na… interviewers are #@#@##@… chill… I mean there is no access to YM in office, no MSN… plus I can’t access my personal mails, no CD room n Pen drive access on my lappy… gosh… what more you wanna hear….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My friend: Oooh that’s really sad… so what do you expect from our company… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: a hell lot… it goes without saying 24x7 high speed Internet… YM and MSN those are the pre-requisites… Dell lappy… with all the accessories… my site should be kept as homepage for all the employees… and they should be made to comment atleast once on my every post… the people reporting me should be given targets of achieving those landmarks of 100 and 250 comments… that will be reviewed during their performance appraisal…right now I can recall only this much… rest will let u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My friend: Ok so what u do other than blogging… I mean other pass times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: When I’m not blogging I do work sometime… actually I’m a CA… supposed to be the Business Analyst… yes and on weekends I watch movies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My friend: Oh that’s exciting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ye I told you.. bloggers are so damn exciting… you employ one and you will be forced to employ similar ones;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;(And then we went laughing like crazy)&lt;br /&gt;Although I’ve added a lot of masala to the conversation… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;JUST TO BRING TO UR NOTICE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;There was an article in Mid-Day Mumbai about a lady delivering twins in taxi... (Read - &lt;a href="http://web.mid-day.com/news/city/2005/september/119350.htm"&gt;"Mid Day Article" &lt;/a&gt;).... that made me laugh a lot... My post - &lt;a href="http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/wacky-thoughts-mumbai-roads-again.html"&gt;"Wacky Thoughts: Mumbai roads again"&lt;/a&gt; is not far from reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Have a nice Weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112739376809657361?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112739376809657361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112739376809657361&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112739376809657361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112739376809657361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/eerie-interviews.html' title='Eerie Interviews'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112737129475761152</id><published>2005-09-21T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:43:17.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And she went away…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were together for almost three years… shared every big n small happening…&lt;br /&gt;Spent hours chatting… laughed n cried together… were there for each other whenever required … yes… it was like living a life together…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her cry… I made her laugh… I played pranks on her… I gave her advice… I took her advice… I learned so much from her… inspired her and got inspired… yes I was very much myself when I was with her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She was one of my best and sweetest friends… she went to UK yesterday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/friendship_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/friendship_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in office… it was one of those very casual kinda friendship…&lt;br /&gt;Slowly the rapport got developed… n so did the trust…and soon the causal friendship was no more casual… but a very special one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always used to say her that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;what I hate about a boy-girl friendship is... it’s never forever… &lt;/span&gt;We have to let it go one day and that’s what hurts me the most. May be that’s why its so true and special. We meet so many people in our lives, some stay for days, some for years and some forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time a close friend has gone away from me… I know it had to happen but still that emptiness is there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Do, pal ruka, khwaabon ka kaarvaan&lt;br /&gt;Aur phir, chal diye, tum kahaan, ham kahaan&lt;br /&gt;Do pal ki thi, ye dilon ki daastaan&lt;br /&gt;Aur phir, chal diye, tum kahaan, ham kahaan&lt;br /&gt;Aur phir chal diye, tum kahaan, ham kahaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always miss a sweet friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;God Bless her…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112737129475761152?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112737129475761152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112737129475761152&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112737129475761152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112737129475761152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/and-she-went-away.html' title='And she went away…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112711594971135499</id><published>2005-09-19T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:52:57.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky thoughts… Mumbai roads again…</title><content type='html'>The condition of roads in Mumbai and the traffic have already made me blog a lot…&lt;br /&gt;One day I was driving and a thought clicked my mind… what if this condition prevails…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Imagine a pregnant woman being taken to the hospital and is stuck in the hopeless traffic jam… Kids will be delivered in the traffic…on roads ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then instead of birth place… birth road will have to provided in all the forms…&lt;br /&gt;And people would like to get stuck near Sidhivinayak, Mahalaxmi, Haji Ali… and soon those places would be considered very auspicious for child birth…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Imagine the probable conversation amongst the kids when they will grow up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kiddo1: hey which road u were born on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kiddo2: Andheri – Kurla road… gosh how much traffic… even during afternoon there is no relief… maximum number of kids are born on that road…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kiddo1: That’s true…but I was born on Western Express Highway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kiddo3: Hey me too on Western Express Highway… on Malad-Goregaon link… u ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kiddo1: on Andheri-Santacruz link ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kiddo2: I was unfortunate to born on the roads…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kiddo1: what do u mean by that… most of us are born on roads now a days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kiddo2: ye… I know… my parents never wanted me to be one of those… they took me to hospital a day before… but thanks to the potholes on the roads… my mom gave me birth a day before ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kiddo3: I was born in the same place where my parents had s##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kiddo1&amp;2: What does that mean???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kiddo3: My parents were on their way to catch the flight for honeymoon… but due to traffic they missed the flight… while coming back home they again got stuck… n they decided to have s## in car to cheer up their disappointment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kiddo1&amp;amp;2: Ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kiddo3: God damnit… I was born in the same car… were my seeds were sown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And imagine how would they feel superior considering the vehicle they were born in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kiddo1: I was born in AC ambulance of Lilavati Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kiddo3: ooh… I was born in City Honda…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo 2 kept quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kiddo1&amp;3: where were u born buddy???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo 2 still keeping quiet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Kiddo1&amp;amp;3: come on u can share with friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kiddo 2: I was born in Taxi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know… those could be our kids having such conversation…&lt;br /&gt;Hatts off to Mumbai roads and traffic ;-)&lt;br /&gt;They continue to be pathetic 24x7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers :--)&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112711594971135499?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112711594971135499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112711594971135499&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112711594971135499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112711594971135499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/wacky-thoughts-mumbai-roads-again.html' title='Wacky thoughts… Mumbai roads again…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112427261090999698</id><published>2005-09-14T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T01:34:51.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Temperament</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Driving is something which I love to do… be it my bike or my car… I’m crazy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my teenage bikes used to fascinate me… I was eager to earn so that I can buy a bike of my own… I always wanted to own it by my own… and within 6 months of entering the corporate world I made this dream come true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bike is a lifeline for me… coz I can’t travel like dogs in Mumbai local trains and BEST buses… and Cab or Auto rickshaw would be too expensive considering around 50kms of travel every day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Puneet_bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Puneet_bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I took my Car to office, basically I had to attend a wedding of my friend and after that office… and all were in opposite directions (my house, wedding place and my office)… I was wearing a “Kurta” so taking my bike was not possible… While I was on my way to office I got stuck in traffic jam… it was a hot day…around 1 in the afternoon… I’m so used to taking my bike through small gaps between vehicles and my cheeky overtakes, that I was getting impatient sitting in the car and waiting for the traffic to clear…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel its all about temperament… driving bike has made me so impatient that I find it hard to wait… ne ways I cant stand traffic jams… its sucks me… I just hate it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Car, I hardly have room to try something unusual… I have to quietly wait and listen to FM.&lt;br /&gt;Infact even if I’ve to overtake someone I’ve to be doubly cautious while changing the lanes… especially with the city roads, being smaller in size. When I drive my bike I move from one end of the road to another… in between every possible vehicle…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some reasons in favour of Car too… No helmets… No jackets to escape from rain and dust… no back pain… can nicely listen to music… don’t have to carry my lap top on my back… ironing of clothes doesn’t get effected… faster than bike on highways... and less chances of body injury incase of accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Did I said "Highway"... oops .... due to heavy rains all the so called Highways have turned into village roads... infact even worse :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive car during weekends, mostly when we go for movies… and most of the time we are late ;-) Thanx to my female friends (I hope NV ur not reading this…) So I have to drive fast and some times rash too… gosh… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love fast car driving, specially in city overtaking other cars ;-) but I get very less opportunity for this coz of the horrible traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of the time I feel I have not switched from Bike mode to Car mode… and that's what frustrates me when I'm stuck in traffic jam while driving car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temperament can’t change overnight…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112427261090999698?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112427261090999698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112427261090999698&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112427261090999698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112427261090999698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/driving-temperament.html' title='Driving Temperament'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112650716417921606</id><published>2005-09-11T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T23:39:24.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where and how would you have liked me to meet?</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys….&lt;br /&gt;I’m not in a mood to write anything… feeling too lazy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was actually wondering if we would have not met in Blog world… was there a perfect situation… where we would have met…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Where you would have liked to meet me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School…College…Office…or anything you can think about ….&lt;br /&gt;or ur Happy with meeting at Blog itself… can’t tolerate me in person ;-)…&lt;br /&gt;or u think… “why the hell I met u in Blog also” ;-) he he he he he…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So just scribble your thoughts here…and let free your imagination :-)&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112650716417921606?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112650716417921606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112650716417921606&amp;isPopup=true' title='60 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112650716417921606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112650716417921606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-and-how-would-you-have-liked-me.html' title='Where and how would you have liked me to meet?'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>60</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112615946258827222</id><published>2005-09-08T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T07:10:14.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays in Bulk…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;September is one of my favorite months… I’ve got a lot of friends who have birthdays in September… but the very very special days for me are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8th Sept – My GF’s Birthday&lt;br /&gt;9th Sept – My Birthday&lt;br /&gt;10th Sept – My Sis’s Birthday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/birthday%20cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/400/birthday%20cake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What say now… but this is not at all exciting…&lt;br /&gt;everything goes away together ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people just wish me and my sis on the same day…i.e. either on 9th and wishing my Sis in advance or on 10th and wishing me belated… so sad ;-)&lt;br /&gt;The better part is the 72 hours birthday excitement at a stretch:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say to my GF that I’m a year elder to her, she replies I’m a day elder to you ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I’ll be completing my 25 yrs tomorrow… still young ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Being a Friday it has added to the excitement… just hoping that no f**kn deadlines come all of a sudden…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about birthdays is receiving phone calls and sms… thru out the day…&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me feel so special…I was chatting with my friend and she asked as to what is the best gift I like for my birthday… I said… a phone call ;-) and thanks to my friends that they don’t disappoint me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year my boss sponsored my birthday party ;-)… unfortunately this year he is not around… I’m missing him ;-) hahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was shopping with my sis and asked her what gift she wanted for her birthday… she is sooooo damn choosy, to buy something for her is next to impossible ;-)&lt;br /&gt;She said… lets set off the gift…&lt;br /&gt;True Chartered Accountants… saving cost ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;As I promised to Dawn and Manish… here I’m publishing one composition of mine…, which is written for someone who means the world to me…&lt;br /&gt;I’m so damn possessive about my poems that I rarely share it with anyone… but today I would like to dedicate this to her… wishing her a very happy birthday…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I’m really sorry for my non-hindi blog pals… I really can’t help… coz my compositions are in Hindi :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is for her :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/GH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/400/GH1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/GH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/400/GH2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/GH3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/400/GH3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/GH4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/400/GH4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be surprised to see no updates on my blog till this weekend… I doubt I will… but ofcourse I’ll be online… can’t live otherwise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Have fun… Enjoy :-)&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112615946258827222?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112615946258827222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112615946258827222&amp;isPopup=true' title='50 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112615946258827222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112615946258827222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthdays-in-bulk.html' title='Birthdays in Bulk…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112608009847353317</id><published>2005-09-07T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T01:01:38.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Little Instruction Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A friend of mine forwarded this mail, I liked it and hope you will enjoy it too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's Little Instruction Book :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Have a firm handshake.&lt;br /&gt;2. Look people in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;4. Own a great stereo system.&lt;br /&gt;5. If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.&lt;br /&gt;6. Keep secrets.&lt;br /&gt;7. Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.&lt;br /&gt;8. Always accept an outstretched hand.&lt;br /&gt;9. Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.&lt;br /&gt;10. Whistle.&lt;br /&gt;11. Avoid sarcastic remarks.&lt;br /&gt;12. Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 per cent of all your happiness or misery.&lt;br /&gt;13. Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.&lt;br /&gt;14. Lend only those books you never care to see again.&lt;br /&gt;15. Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.&lt;br /&gt;16. When playing games with children, let them win.&lt;br /&gt;17. Give people a second chance, but not a third.&lt;br /&gt;18. Be romantic.&lt;br /&gt;19. Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.&lt;br /&gt;20. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.&lt;br /&gt;21. Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.&lt;br /&gt;22. Be a good loser.&lt;br /&gt;23. Be a good winner.&lt;br /&gt;24. Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.&lt;br /&gt;25. When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.&lt;br /&gt;26. Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.&lt;br /&gt;27. Keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;28. Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.&lt;br /&gt;29. Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.&lt;br /&gt;30. Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets&lt;br /&gt;31. Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the one's you did.&lt;br /&gt;32. Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.&lt;br /&gt;33. Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.&lt;br /&gt;34. Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.&lt;br /&gt;35. Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need only stay a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;36. Begin each day with some of your favorite music.&lt;br /&gt;37. Once in a while, take the scenic route.&lt;br /&gt;38. Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, 'Someone who thinks you're terrific.'&lt;br /&gt;39. Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;40. Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;41. Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial is their job.&lt;br /&gt;42. Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.&lt;br /&gt;43. Become someone's hero.&lt;br /&gt;44. Marry only for love.&lt;br /&gt;45. Count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;46. Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.&lt;br /&gt;47. Wave at the children on a school bus.&lt;br /&gt;48. Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.&lt;br /&gt;49.  Don't expect life to be fair.&lt;br /&gt;50.  ........U Suggest.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Today is Ganesh Chaturthi… another big festival… celebrated in a grand manner in this part of the country… me celebrating my festive holiday ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my pals a very &lt;strong&gt;Happy Ganesh Chaturthi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112608009847353317?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112608009847353317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112608009847353317&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112608009847353317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112608009847353317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/lifes-little-instruction-book.html' title='Life&apos;s Little Instruction Book'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112590203370649876</id><published>2005-09-04T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:23:08.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Teacher’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/teddy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/teddy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;5th September, birth anniversary of Dr Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, is celebrated as Teacher’s Day all around the country. This day holds a very special importance for me, coming from a background where teaching is taken as a profession by most of my family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher’s lays the foundation stone in everybody’s life… and I feel the best teachers are our parents…we learn so much from them, observing them, asking them, arguing with them, and at times by simply blindly complying with them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I could recall a Doha for this…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"Guru Govind Dohu Khade&lt;br /&gt;Kake Lagu Paye&lt;br /&gt;Balihari guru aapno&lt;br /&gt;Jo Govind Diyo bataye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This means: If my Teacher and God both are standing in front of me than I would bow and take blessings of my Teacher first, coz it’s the teacher who has shown me the path to God (some what like this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this opportunity to Thank all my teachers …&lt;br /&gt;Today whatever I have achieved they have a role to play it that… and it is their teachings and blessings which has helped me to reach wherever I’m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is so special for me for another reason. From 1997 to 2001 I’ve performed on the annual cultural program, which we used to have on 5th Sept. Today sitting in office I’m feeling so dull, I used to be fully charged up on this day, taking control of the entire cultural program, right from compeering the shows to acting and directing stage plays, to fusion dance, to reciting poems… nothing was left untouched… the amount of fame I used to get on this day was exceptional… my self-confidence got a great boost due to these activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I compeered a show for the first time my cousin was in 4th Std., and today he will performing for the first time on stage… I wish him success and good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we 4 friends who were together during our CA days, met and called our teachers… today also I’ll be calling my Chachu from whom I’ve learned so much, not only professionally but also personally… and ofcourse my parents, who have always guided me and supported me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My teachers, I love you for everything and I thank you for making my life a beautiful place to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112590203370649876?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112590203370649876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112590203370649876&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112590203370649876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112590203370649876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-teachers-day.html' title='Happy Teacher’s Day'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112566918483109322</id><published>2005-09-02T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T08:07:10.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some glance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/teddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey Guys… me going thru a very hectic schedule… in between when my work was getting reviewed thought of sharing this incident…&lt;br /&gt;as I can see my last post (results) is disappointing for most of u to see again and again… ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last evening at Surat, I met my friend for dinner… it was such a hectic trip… working late nights… slogging like nuts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him the day I reached Surat, but finally we made on the last eve… chipped in a Punjabi Dhaba near by… it was a restaurant given a Dhaba get up…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We searched for a seat and finally decided on one… the moment I rested myself… I saw a pretty looking girl watching me… woops… thought it as a coincidence…but in next 5 minutes caught her twice watching me ;-)… hehehehe obviously I was also looking around for pretty faces ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt happy… gosh… ladki line de rahi hain ;-)… immediately switched into my flirt mode… and eyes were given the responsibility to attract her... before that I turned back and made sure if any handsome hunk is sitting??? not finding anyone I was assured… it’s me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 10 mins… gazing… hiding n smiling… went on …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to my friend and in between making sure I catch a glance of her and she was doing it even better… she had come with her family… so hiding from the eyes of all she was enjoying it too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 20mintues… I was more interested in giving her the line than enjoying my food… btw food was tasty…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she got up… woooopssss… unfortunately rest of the family members also got up… they were thru with dinner…&lt;br /&gt;That’s the problem, when you are with family for dinner; you have to get up once u r thru with food ;-) hehehehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling unfortunate…I continued with my food… then thought will she turn back while going… and I immediately turned my head to find she was looking for me ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Instantly a smile came on my face…, which was well returned back too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then that’s the end of the story… flirting at restaurants is not new… but getting a quick response surprised me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My luck or hard luck what ever you call… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a Great Weekend..... Cheers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112566918483109322?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112566918483109322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112566918483109322&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112566918483109322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112566918483109322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-some-glance.html' title='Just some glance'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112554878696938284</id><published>2005-08-31T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:26:18.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Facts about me…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here are the answers…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. I’ve got fracture once in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Lie:&lt;/span&gt; Lot of injuries but fortunately no fracture… touchwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2. I daily chant “Gayatri Mantra” immediately after getting up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Lie:&lt;/span&gt; Not after getting up in the morning, after taking my bath, if its at 5PM then at 5PM ;-) hehehhehehhe (this was not as big of a lie as Keshi thought ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. I take bath twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;Lie:&lt;/span&gt; A lot many people went for this… sorry freindz… at times I skip bath on Sundays if I’m at home ;-) my mom reminds me at 5PM that I’ve to take bath… twice a day is very very very rare…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4. Other than English and Hindi I can speak one language fluently.&lt;br /&gt;Lie:&lt;/span&gt; Unfortunately No… can understand Marathi… but can’t speak fluently. Panju…not really…inspite of having so many panju GFs ;-)…gave a sincere try to learn Gujju… but in vain ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5. I’ve represented my college at inter-college cricket tournament.&lt;br /&gt;Lie:&lt;/span&gt; I’ve represented my school/college at Football &amp; Chess tournaments, never had any cricket tournaments in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I have got dark brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;True:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes… and they are damn beautiful… most of u got this right… Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I get tensed very fast.&lt;br /&gt;True:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I do… I’m sure I don’t appear that way… but still I do… n if some1 bugs me when I’m tensed then he gets left &amp;amp;amp;amp; right then n there ;-)… was a googly ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8. I consume a lot of water during the day.&lt;br /&gt;Lie:&lt;/span&gt; No I don’t… at times the only water consumption is after meals,… which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;9. Generally speaking I like traditional clothes more than western on girls.&lt;br /&gt;Lie:&lt;/span&gt; gossssshhhhh I love western clothes on girls… they look awesomely smart…I mean the dresses ;-)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;10. I prefer my face to be clean shaved.&lt;br /&gt;Lie: &lt;/span&gt;that’s such a pain… prefer slight beard or French cut…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;11. I’ve got a nice dress sense.&lt;br /&gt;Lie:&lt;/span&gt; Guys are pathetic… I’m sure u know… unless they are fashion designers… I mean Gay ;-)… my sis helps me out with my dresses most of the time ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;12. Fashion Show is the only stage activity I was never involved in.&lt;br /&gt;Lie:&lt;/span&gt; Lie to the core, twice… my stage confidence got boasted with the first FS I did at the age of 14… second took me in the good books of the girls at the age of 18. I love participating in FS…wow… walking with attitude… just love it ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;13. I’ve got specs but I wear contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;Lie:&lt;/span&gt; Fortunately I’ve got good eyesight and I don’t wear contact lenses…specs will add to my innocent looks… what say ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So the correct combination is 6 &amp;amp; 7 and the winner is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arz000n&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats Dude…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The ones with one correct answer are…&lt;br /&gt;Keshi, Amutha, Uttara, Divya, Strawy, Tanz, Deepali, Pari, Wanderer, Avik, Manish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sorry Friends…&lt;br /&gt;Cheesy, Zombie, Pallavi, Sayesha, 4u2nvau/Rohit, Dawn, BnB, Dewdrop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Hope I’ve not missed any one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for participating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112554878696938284?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112554878696938284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112554878696938284&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112554878696938284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112554878696938284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/09/13-facts-about-me.html' title='13 Facts about me…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112528909362751523</id><published>2005-08-28T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:18:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Lies</title><content type='html'>After being tagged by some of the sweetest persons on Blog world… Keshi, Avik &amp; Pallavi …&lt;br /&gt;here I go with my quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be different… of the 13 statements below, identify the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 TRUE statements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Rest &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;11 are LIES…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who catches both the true statements stands winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So here are the 13 statements, 2 true, 11 lies… get rocking ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. I’ve got fracture once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;2. I daily chant “Gayatri Mantra” immediately after getting up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mostly I take bath twice a day.&lt;br /&gt;4. Other than English and Hindi I can speak one language fluently.&lt;br /&gt;5. I’ve represented my college at inter-college cricket tournament.&lt;br /&gt;6. I have got dark brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;7. I get tensed very fast.&lt;br /&gt;8. I consume a lot of water during the day.&lt;br /&gt;9. Generally speaking I like traditional clothes more than western on girls.&lt;br /&gt;10. I prefer my face to be clean shaved.&lt;br /&gt;11. I’ve got a nice dress sense.&lt;br /&gt;12. Fashion Show is the only stage activity I was never involved in.&lt;br /&gt;13. I’ve got specs but I wear contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wishing you all best of lucks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I tag… Dawn, Manish, Arzoon &amp;amp; Nitika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results wont keep you wait for long… have fun…&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112528909362751523?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112528909362751523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112528909362751523&amp;isPopup=true' title='63 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112528909362751523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112528909362751523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/white-lies.html' title='White Lies'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>63</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112506261345597746</id><published>2005-08-26T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T09:56:05.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Gokulashtmi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Govinda Aala Re aala…&lt;br /&gt;Zara Matki Sambhal Brij Bala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festive season is in full swing in India. After Rakshabandhan now Gokulashtmi/Janmashtmi (Celebrated on the birth occasion of Lord Krishna)… the best part of the festival is breaking of “Matki” (Pot). In Mumbai this festival is celebrated with great enthusiasm. Teams of young guys are trained for this purpose. Ofcourse, the incentive is huge prize money. At certain places it takes 12-15 pyramids of guys structure to break the Matki… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The whole group of enthu guys try to break the Matki and another enthu crowd throw water from buildings to break the pyramid and avoid them from reaching the Matki… Wow it’s so fun watching it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The enthu was seen in our office too… we too celebrated this festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(179)2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28179%292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(180)3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28180%293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The "Matki"... in front of our Office and guys charged up... festive songs at the back adding to the momentum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(181)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28181%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(182)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28182%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And after some tries... falling down... there they go... reaches the "Matki"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(184)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28184%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(185)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28185%291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the Celebration time... it was fun... although it took them hardly 20min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this festival very closely coz years back when I was a kid, on this day… while playing with my friend I fell down and got that deep cut near my left eye…&lt;br /&gt;My parents were out for work and the my bhaiyas (elder bros) and aunty where I used to go for “baby sitting” took care of me… the dress I was wearing got completely red with blood… they were damn tensed… rushed me to the hospital… had 3 stitches… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cant forget this day… and my bhaiya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be going to Surat on Saturday morning for some official work. It’s so pathetic to work on weekends and specially during a festive day… cant help…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will catch you guys on Monday… Have a great weekend and Happy Gokulashtmi to all of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112506261345597746?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112506261345597746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112506261345597746&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112506261345597746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112506261345597746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-gokulashtmi.html' title='Happy Gokulashtmi'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112485880285590842</id><published>2005-08-23T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T02:26:08.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 Facts about Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;First I read a similar post at Arzooon’s blog and got inspired to write one but got delayed n delayed, then I read it on Pari’s Blog, Strawy’s Blog and the latest on Keshi’s Blog… I thought it’s high time that I should put up this post :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me Academically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1. I was never a studious student during my school days. I hardly use to concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;2. My handwriting was horrible and still no better.&lt;br /&gt;3. Uncles and aunties of my building used to tell my parents to restrict me playing cricket.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I was a kid, like any other guy, I also wanted to join Army or become Pilot, but my parents were strict against it.&lt;br /&gt;5. In my 10th Std I didn’t score above 50% in any subject before boards &amp; scoring 71% in CBSE made my parents proud.&lt;br /&gt;6. When I opted for commerce my parents faced many questions from the neighbourhood. I stay in BARC colony where 95% of the kids opt for science.&lt;br /&gt;7. After 10th my academics took a big "U" turn and I was in the run for top slot.&lt;br /&gt;8. I was overall second topper in 12th and topped in Economics in my college.&lt;br /&gt;9. To be a Chartered Accountant was my dream since I was in 8th std.&lt;br /&gt;10. Mathematics, Accountancy, Economics, Financial Management &amp;amp; Corporate Laws were my favourite subjects. I still hate tax (not only paying but studying too).&lt;br /&gt;11. I missed the All India CA foundation merit by just 5 marks.&lt;br /&gt;12. Clearing CA Intermediate in the first attempt took me to the seventh sky, as I was going thru a very bad phase in my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;13. I won 3 best paper writer and presenter awards at Western India CA students conference and 1 at All India level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(164).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28164%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; 14. On 12th July 01, my biggest dream of passing CA in first attempt got shattered. I was shaken to the core.&lt;br /&gt;15. I cried like a kid, it took me almost 15days to realise that it’s gone. I still cry thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;16. I attended hardly 4 days of college in my first year of B'com, 2 &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in 2nd year and None in 3rd year.&lt;br /&gt;17. Not because I liked roaming about, I had my articleship and CA classes.&lt;br /&gt;18. I have been awake for 42 hrs at a stretch, this was while preparing for my CA finals, and next best is 36 hrs without sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extracurricular and me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;19. I'm a cricket freak, I used to play cricket a lot during my school days. I’m a left arm fast bowler but a right-handed batsman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Playing%20Cricket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Playing%20Cricket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 20. I used to do a lot of "dadagiri" in my building when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;21. When I was a kid I used to get injured a lot while playing, every second day some bandage, I have got 2 majors marks on my face&lt;br /&gt;22. One is near my left eye, when I got hurt my bhaiya (where I &amp; my sis used to go for baby sitting) took me to hospital and did all that was required…&lt;br /&gt;23. I was with the worst guys in my 8th std, we used to shop lift small items for fun. Thank god I was out of that group after my 8th std.&lt;br /&gt;24. I used to participate and did my first stage play when I was 14yrs and after that I never sat with the audience…&lt;br /&gt;25. One strong reason for participating in annual functions used to be easy popularity amongst the girls… and a direct access road for friendship ;-)&lt;br /&gt;26. I don’t know to play even a single musical instrument and I hate myself for that… would love to learn playing guitar or drums…&lt;br /&gt;27. I don’t know how to swim properly… I went to learn once but due to work schedule couldn’t be regular…&lt;br /&gt;28. I have never been to a gym but I feel that its high time I should… my tummy is getting bigger&lt;br /&gt;29. I was tagged as Mr. DTL in my ex company and my friends says that I had a huge female fan club.&lt;br /&gt;30. I gave autograph for the first time to a stranger during a CA student’s conference in Goa, I was completely filled with pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and My Taste Buds &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;31. I'm crazy about eating sweets… can't live without it.&lt;br /&gt;32. Sweets are always at my home 24x7, I always get a sweet in my lunch box… I'm known for that&lt;br /&gt;33. Earlier my family members used to tease me that they will have to see a halwai's girl for me… unfortunately her dad works in a bank…&lt;br /&gt;34. Once my mom made "Puri" for breakfast and lunch and by the time I was thru with my breakfast hardly any Puri was left… I did not know it was for lunch too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;35. I along with my friend went to one of our common friend's house on her b'dy, she challenged us on our diet, a big full container of dosa ata was used by her mom to prepare dosa, and we finished the entire container. After that my friends were scared to invite me.&lt;br /&gt;36. As we don’t use onions at our home, I love the "kanda batata" bhaji that my chachi make… when I'm in Nagpur I always ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;37. I never had non-veg in my life, I have tasted egg during my college days but even that stopped in a year's time. As on date, I'm a pure vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;38. I have never smoked cigarette and have never tasted alcohol till date.&lt;br /&gt;39. I have been to a bar for the first time when I was 22yrs young… I had "Thumps Up" ;-) … I have never been to a dance bar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me n my Mini World&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/2%20Yrs%20Old.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/2%20Yrs%20Old.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 40. A mumma's child always ;-)&lt;br /&gt;41. My parents have given me all freedom to make my decisions. Most of the time I have not let them down.&lt;br /&gt;42. I went to Nagpur after my 12th to do CA; I stayed there with my Chachaji, Chachiji and other relatives for more than 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;43. I owe everything to my Chachaji for my professional life - he is my GOD FATHER.&lt;br /&gt;44. I get influenced a lot by my Dad and my Chachaji's advice. They have a role to play in all my major decisions.&lt;br /&gt;45. My younger cousins fear sharing about their girl friends with me… I just got to know about this… they have told all their stories to her and have told her not to tell me&lt;br /&gt;46. During my school days I was always compared with my Sis, she got very good handwriting, very intelligent, used to keep her room clean too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;47. I never bothered as I was a shameless fellow… and deep down I know she is better than me… and I'm happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;48. I and my sis used to fight like crazy when we were kids, even to the extent of tearing each other's note books&lt;br /&gt;49. We cried doing that as we felt bad for each other… she was always a papa's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;50. On the last day of my 7th Std, sis completed 1/4 of my Hindi notebook… and my teacher was surprised with the overnight improvement in handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/AEJC_Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/AEJC_Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; 51. In Junior college, we had a terrific group of 18 teen freaks… of which 11 were girls.&lt;br /&gt;52. We were the toppers… the class bunkers… the CRs… the extra curricular leaders… and the most loved or most hated amongst the teachers ;-)&lt;br /&gt;53. When I was in Nagpur all my friends used to write letters, emails were not there during that time, I have still kept atleast one letter of all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;54. I'm extremely lucky when it comes to friends, I've got both quality and quantity… love them all.&lt;br /&gt;55. Till I was in School, I hardly used to speak to girls. I was very shy in that matter.&lt;br /&gt;56. Once I went to Junior college I used to talk only with girls… it was then when I realised that I'm good looking ;-)&lt;br /&gt;57. I still have a ratio of more than 1:5, for every 1-guy friend I have 5 gal-friends.&lt;br /&gt;58. Guys used to hate me coz I used to be friendly with most of the hot n sweet chicks of my batch.&lt;br /&gt;59. First time a girl proposed me was after my 10th boards. (I never knew it was just the beginning ;-))&lt;br /&gt;60. My first crush was on a Punjabi girl, 2 yrs elder to me, when I was in 6th Std… Most of my crushes are on girls elder to me…;-)&lt;br /&gt;61. I somehow managed to be good friends with the girls I had crushes&lt;br /&gt;62. A girl’s eyes and figure turns me on the most.&lt;br /&gt;63. I had my first affair when I was 15 years old; it lasted for almost 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;64. The girl of my life proposed me when I was 17yrs, I refused coz I thought its just her crush n she was my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;65. She waited for me for almost 3 and half years without any commitments from my side. I love her for this. I proposed her on Dec 2000.&lt;br /&gt;66. The glitter of her eyes when I said her "I love you" for the first time, still makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me and My Non-addiction &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;67. I have hardly fussed for anything since my childhood. My parents can count for things I have asked till date with their fingers.&lt;br /&gt;68. But when I have asked for something I went to any extent to get that.&lt;br /&gt;69. I don’t believe in arrange marriages and within a month of becoming CA, I got 2 marriage proposals, which were instantly refused by me, any ways I was just 22.&lt;br /&gt;70. I love to get wet in rains and I do that every year.&lt;br /&gt;71. I'm a complete movie freak. I watch almost every big banner movie and I watch them in theater.&lt;br /&gt;72. When I was in Nagpur I used to go to see movies alone in theater. This used to surprise a lot of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;73. I love to play computer games and I play them for hours if I get time, my favs are "Commandos" and "Age of Empires".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/puneet_byke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/puneet_byke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 74. I started riding bike when I was 12yrs old but confidently took off on roads when I was 16.&lt;br /&gt;75. I bought my own bike in Feb 03… and I ride almost 1,000 Kms a month.&lt;br /&gt;76. I've got regular back pain complaints off late due to my excessive bike driving.&lt;br /&gt;77. I don’t want to travel like dogs in Mumbai local trains and busses… they are hopeless to the core...&lt;br /&gt;78. My dream car is "Mercedes Benz"… will surely drive it one day…(don’t mind even as a chauffer ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/puneet_goa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/puneet_goa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 79. I love to dance but I hardly go to Discs, have been to disc for less than 5 times. I prefer private parties.&lt;br /&gt;80. I have yet not developed a taste for English songs; I listen to very few English numbers.&lt;br /&gt;81. I don’t like to get up early in the morning. Cricket, World Cup Soccer and Examination blues are the motivating factor to see the early dew.&lt;br /&gt;82. "You Can Win" by Shiv Khera has been a great inspiration for me especially during the tougher phases of my life… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me as I am&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;83. I prefer to spend time with myself than to be in-group. Typical Virgo.&lt;br /&gt;84. I get hurt very soon. Although I don’t appear to be but I'm very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;85. I wrote my first poem when I was 16and then I realised it’s the best way to express my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(160).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Image%28160%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 86. I started writing diaries from 1999 and I love it… memories just flashes. Thanks to Blog now.&lt;br /&gt;87. Being eldest in my family I have got lot of "bhav"(attention) from all my relatives.&lt;br /&gt;88. I had a dream run in 1998 &amp; 2000 when I felt I just need to ask for something and it will be mine. I tasted success in whatever I tried.&lt;br /&gt;89. I'm good at flirting but do it only with my good friends and whom I can trust.&lt;br /&gt;90. I was always told that I look like Bobby Deol and I used to hate him… but so far his movies are hits, I don’t mind…&lt;br /&gt;91. I want to do plastic surgery of my nose, don’t know if I'll make enough money for that ;-)&lt;br /&gt;92. I don’t care what I do is correct or wrong in the eyes of the world, so far I can answer myself I go ahead with it.&lt;br /&gt;93. I'm tagged as arrogant and pricy for my straightforwardness&lt;br /&gt;94. I'm a very slow decision maker… which makes me very choosy too.&lt;br /&gt;95. I don’t trust people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Me_WK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/Me_WK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 96. I'm horrible while remembering names, I can remember faces but not names... its hard&lt;br /&gt;97. My room is always in a mess, I clean it once in a quarter…I have told my mumma not to take efforts in cleaning my room as there is no point doing it.&lt;br /&gt;98. I love to play pranks; I'm good at executing it… I love to act too&lt;br /&gt;99. I'm very good at telling lies and can say anytime without a blink in my eyes… although whatever I have written above are not lies… and this statement stands true till date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cheers :-)&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112485880285590842?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112485880285590842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112485880285590842&amp;isPopup=true' title='88 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112485880285590842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112485880285590842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/99-facts-about-me.html' title='99 Facts about Me'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>88</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112469621223222821</id><published>2005-08-22T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:57:40.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When going gets tough it gets worse…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;If you think I’m gonna talk about something serious over here then “Just Chill”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/Image(042).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/Image%28042%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Front View From My Bedroom Window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon… I was getting bored sitting @ home. Friday I was at home almost the whole day, it being Rakshabandhan… but on Saturday sitting at home was pissing me off…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of trying my luck to make some 11th hour plans with my friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;#Friend 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;We were planning on the lines of going for movie…but some work came up the last moment and had to cancel the movie plan… (Morning show plan got cancelled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;# Friend 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She has been scolding me since long for not taking out time to meet… I thought to try my luck …&lt;br /&gt;But she already had some plans with her relatives… so she requested to postpone it to Sunday…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was left with no option but to turn to my closest and most reliable friends … my colony pals (mostly all my Sundays are with them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;# Friend 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She had taken some short-term assignment so she was at her work place… she told to plan up for Sunday (as usual)…so I was left in no man’s land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only option was my movie-partner NV… but mostly she is pre occupied on Sat so I didn’t bothered her…but now my frustration level was just increasing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;#Friend 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;She had some plans but fortunately in late evening… I requested her to come for a movie (some emotional dialogues too) and soooooo sweeeeeeet of her…. She agreed and accordingly made changes in her eve plans ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the multiplex… to find that the movie we wanted to see is not running over there… gosh FO “Mumbai Mirror”… forget about improving ur content atleast provide correct news…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Time 4.15 and the options available with us were…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;My Wife’s Murder&lt;/span&gt; (Show started at 3.45 but we had planned this for Sunday, and wanted to watch this from start with the whole group)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Maine Pyaar Kyon Kiya&lt;/span&gt; (Show started at 3.30, we both had seen this so instead of going back home better to watch some movie… kept this as last option n we enquired further…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only left was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barsaat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Show started at 3.30, we knew it is a complete scrap typical Bollywood movie so missing 45mins would not be of much loss…we were correct)&lt;br /&gt;Moreover only first row tickets were available… other option was club tickets which are 150bugs… we knew its not worth so finally we took the first row tickets…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now can you beat that… last moment plans… 45min late… first row ticket… for a movie we didn’t want to watch ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Ye we cap ourselves as Movie Freaks… ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find no pleasure discussing about the movie… but just realised that the other side of the field is not always greener… ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz both of us have got excellent rapport we did complete TP… and most of the time we were passing weird comments… and pitying ourselves….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have not told any one that we went for this movie… don’t want to get embarrassed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112469621223222821?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112469621223222821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112469621223222821&amp;isPopup=true' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112469621223222821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112469621223222821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-going-gets-tough-it-gets-worse.html' title='When going gets tough it gets worse…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112448003660441457</id><published>2005-08-19T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T14:08:47.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love U Sis…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/MyRakhi2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/250/MyRakhi2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My hand filled with blessings from my sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years and a day younger to me… sharing the same star sign as mine, sharing the same profession as mine… sweeter and smarter than me and yes more naughtier too… &lt;strong&gt;she is my sis Praneeta (Prani)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/PraniDoingAarti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/250/PraniDoingAarti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;My Sis &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to fight like crazy when we were kids… going to the extent of tearing off each other’s notebooks also… Our parents got so pissed off that they separated our room…but that made only some difference to our fights… fighting for TV, Phone, PC, Internet… gosh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More over we have fought even on the Rakshabandhan day… but gone are those days…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/AmritaDoinTilak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/250/AmritaDoinTilak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/KiranDoingTilak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/250/KiranDoingTilak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Amrita &amp;amp; Kiran Doing Tilak &amp; Aarti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/PraniDoinTilak2Ashu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/250/PraniDoinTilak2Ashu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prani doing Tilak to Ashu (My Cousin)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grew up we started confiding secrets about each other… she should be knowing most of my GFs and crushes and I should be knowing some of hers’ ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still call each other by weird nicknames, which are only known, to our parents…and most of our conversation is yet like kids…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always used to ask mom, why only brothers have to give gifts on Rakhi… when I grew up I realised… they deserve much more than those gifts. I missed her the most in all the Rakhis when I was in Nagpur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear Sis, I wish you a very happy Rakshabandhan… God bless you sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/PraniTyingRakhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/250/PraniTyingRakhi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/AmritaTyingRakhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/250/AmritaTyingRakhi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Prani &amp; Amrita Tying Rakhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/KiranTyingRakhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/KiranTyingRakhi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Kiran Tying Rakhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be unfair to my cousins if I don’t mention them over here… Amrita, Anu, Aditi, Shruti, and Nidhi… Thanx a million for all your love and support… and for sending Rakhi every year.&lt;br /&gt;It’s so nice Amrita, that we are meeting on Rakhi since last 3-4 years :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/SweetsOffered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/SweetsOffered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Offering Sweets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really love to have all of you together on one Rakshabandhan… I know it will be a big financial loss to me ;-) but I do see beyond it :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a special thanks to Seema and Kiran… my Rakhi Sisters for being so sweet and so nice to me always… Seema you have always been a big di for me… I do remember and miss ur scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/TakingBlessingsFmAmrita1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/TakingBlessingsFmAmrita1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/200/TakingBlessingsFmPrani1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Taking Sister’s Blessings (They love this part of the custom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to hate tying Rakhi in school n colleges just for fun… I was never scared but I always used to say… if u want me to be ur bro then come to my home and tie me Rakhi as my sis does.&lt;br /&gt;I’m still the same… straightforward and blunt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An off today added to my happiness… but I’ll be compensating for this holiday by working on next Saturday :-(&lt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was so relaxing… Working days were Tuesday to Thruday ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Hope to have more such weeks in future too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112448003660441457?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112448003660441457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112448003660441457&amp;isPopup=true' title='61 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112448003660441457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112448003660441457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-u-sis.html' title='Love U Sis…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>61</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112434683552065690</id><published>2005-08-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:03:53.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Media is just selling scrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday while having dinner I was watching news and some channel was taking interview of Vikram Bhatt (Film maker) about the clandestine relationship of Aamir Khan. I watched it for sometime, and then said FO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don’t understand what media has to do with personal lives of anyone. Just because that person is a celebrity doesn’t mean all his acts and actions should come under lime light. That’s his personal life; let him do what ever he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/aamir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/250/aamir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Photo clicked by me while watching Mangal Pandey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the only case… just few days back Karishma Kapoor’s broken marriage was in news… and people were so interested in watching it…and not only that, after watching, the whole issue being discussed in various groups and everyone giving their personal comments (vishesh tippani).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It somehow irritates me a lot, there is so much to capture and discuss but the media just want masala… infact they make masala out of simple stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After capturing the rains in Mumbai, did any media channel captured whether the family of victims and the people who have suffered losses got any compensation… and what should be done to do so?&lt;br /&gt;The state government has asked some huge compensation from the central government, which has been duly sanctioned too… but where will this money go…&lt;br /&gt;Is there any accountability? What are the ground realities?&lt;br /&gt;Better to capture that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friend’s houses were filled with water and they have suffered huge losses but no one has come to their place to do any enquiry…and I’m sure this will be the case with most of the sufferers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/DSC_6086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/250/DSC_6086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Mumbai - 26th July 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Money will be sanctioned and will be swallowed by the politicians… and don’t be surprised to find a surcharge being imposed by the Government in the next Budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Media doing over here… they only want their TRP ratings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t understand why people enjoy discussing celebrities’ private life, infact for that matter discussing anybody’s private life. Covering it as a news line is still ok but the amount of footage they give is certainly not worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;This reminds me of the dialogue of Raj Kumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Jinke Ghar Kanch Ke Hote Hain…&lt;br /&gt;Woh Auro Ke Ghar Main Pathar Nahin Feka Karte”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mujhe yaakin hain aaj ki taarikh main ghar bhale hi kanch ke na ho par hum sabke ghar ke kuch hissey zarur kaanch ke hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Appreciate a person for his profession unless he is known to you at a personal level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest thing is to criticise and the toughest is to accept it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112434683552065690?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112434683552065690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112434683552065690&amp;isPopup=true' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112434683552065690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112434683552065690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/media-is-just-selling-scrap.html' title='Media is just selling scrap'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112418411049581974</id><published>2005-08-16T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:01:06.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess is synonymous with my room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One Sunday morning my mom and me had a conversation about cleaning up my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mom: How dirty is your room, when are you going to clean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Its’ ok na mumma let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mom: What let it be… since days I’m telling you to clean your room&lt;br /&gt;Only your room is in such a mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Mumma, ignore that my room is a part of house ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Mom: How can I ignore… ur room is worse than a guest house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Me: Mumma take a chill… I’ll do it….&lt;br /&gt;“Mumma aap sat sun ko school nahin jaate ho to wahan ke bacho ki daaat bhi hume sunni padti hain…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation happens almost every weekend… Neither my mom stops scolding me nor I clean my room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday too… again mom scolded me for cleaning the room and I thought my weekend is screwed neways… why not do something good…&lt;br /&gt;And this is how my room looked on Saturday Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/MyRoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/200/MyRoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/MyRoom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/200/MyRoom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got up very late and where the day went off even I don’t know… but nothing was exciting as such…&lt;br /&gt;Sunday also I didn’t have time to clean my room… In the morning my Dad and me washed the car and then my Bike…So with this atleast some cleaning process started…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening I went with my friends to book the tickets of &lt;a href="http://www.risingthefilm.com/" target="new"&gt;"Mangal Pandey"&lt;/a&gt; for Monday but unfortunately it was houseful… we were getting the tickets in current for 7.30 show so we happily took it… we are crazy about watching movies… he he he he&lt;br /&gt;The movie is ok… can watch one time… Aamir is as usual the best… and Rani is looking gorgeous… wow… I love her… specially in the song “tumhari adao par main vari vari”… as soon as this song came I switched on the video on my cell and started recording ( ;-) Piracy u see)… but I was not the only over smart guy over there… atleast 8-10 people were in the process of recording that song… but then the torch light from the theatre guys made us stop the recording… I could hardly record for 45 seconds…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had Monday on my disposal to clean my room and wow I did it… this is how my room looks now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/MyRoom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/200/MyRoom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how long I’ll be able to maintain it… ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112418411049581974?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112418411049581974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112418411049581974&amp;isPopup=true' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112418411049581974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112418411049581974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/mess-is-synonymous-with-my-room.html' title='Mess is synonymous with my room'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112405633111305982</id><published>2005-08-14T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T14:59:08.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It all went in vain</title><content type='html'>Friday evening loads my face with smiles… and this time the smiles were even bigger as I had a trip planned out. Monday being a national holiday (Independence Day) and me planning to take a day off on Tuesday (as no real work pressure now), had a very big weekend planned … Tickets were booked one month in advance (nice planning… that’s what my profession is)…and above all this time it was not a clandestine meet and I had informed my parents that I’m going to meet her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I mean everything seemed to be just perfect… when destiny decided to go the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Terey bare main jab socha nahin tha&lt;br /&gt;Main tanha tha magar itna nahin tha”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With rains again messing up with my plans…I’ve started hating rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The packing was done and then Mom told me to check the trains schedule as she had heard that the trains are running very late... I checked on Internet but as always no critical information is rightly posted there… then called the railway enquiry and got to know that the train is cancelled… checked that 3-4 times on phone but still I was not satisfied, I took my bike and went to the station and got the confirmation that my plan is completely screwed up … what a FO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have u faced such last moment cancellation of plans???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/forget61.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/forget61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not the first time I was forced to cancel my plans… a lot of times I’ve rescheduled my personal trips… and before this the only reason for rescheduling was a “new born deadline” in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it’s a part of life…waiting for God to pass a rectification entry soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Happy In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;depende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nce Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to all my Indian pals …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(I thought I would be off blogging till Wednesday) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112405633111305982?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112405633111305982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112405633111305982&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112405633111305982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112405633111305982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-all-went-in-vain.html' title='It all went in vain'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112384513205609031</id><published>2005-08-12T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T04:48:56.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Independence</title><content type='html'>The week started off with a tight schedule… had some submissions on Wednesday after which I was breathing fresh air…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was going out with friends’ inspite of the tough schedule…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday couple of my friends had come down near my office, I met them after office… we freaked out at McDonalds… experimenting with “blue tooth” technology on cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/Chandani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/200/Chandani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is Chandani... My Colleague's Daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend has come down from UK so we had planned a dinner on Tuesday… it was after a long time we all met… this was my ex-office group… it was great… and ofcourse anytime better than watching India loose another finals in Cricket… although we kept a track of scores too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On both of these days… after reaching home I worked… which was such a pain…&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday after my submission, things were cool… and another party was planned with my office friends… it was a farewell party of my big boss and one of my colleague.&lt;br /&gt;We had a blasting time… what a photo session at the end of the party… gosh… I’m dying to see the photographs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Now I’ve a big weekend planned in front of me… I’m moving out of Mumbai for a change…&lt;br /&gt;Yes yet another change… a much awaited… and a duly planned too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly didn’t had anything to Blog… but I’m sure will be back with some stories and experiences…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my Indian pals a very &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ce Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a very happy extended weekend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"The greatest gifts you can give your children are the roots of responsibility and the wings of independence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112384513205609031?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112384513205609031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112384513205609031&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112384513205609031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112384513205609031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/celebrating-independence.html' title='Celebrating Independence'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112367622599551675</id><published>2005-08-10T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T05:25:14.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep blessing as you have always done…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Sunday I went to “Sidhivinayak” temple… it was long due, and was getting postponed… so with my bike up and running I was in an ideal position to visit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/kids_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/320/kids_hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and I have good understanding… he said, “Kid, tit for tat… u took so much time to come here…now wait for my darshan”… there was a long queue, but who cares…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;At times it’s fun to stand in queue and watch people…&lt;br /&gt;some were so impatient… gosh they have come to a temple… be human atleast&lt;br /&gt;some were busy talking on cell phones thru out… wish there was a network connecting heaven…&lt;br /&gt;some guys n gals in groups… gossiping around and killing time…&lt;br /&gt;some kids really anxious to know… how long…and parents trying their best to convince them… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guys looking around for pretty girls … (Sometimes I also do that, in-fact a lot of time)…&lt;br /&gt;some were really so dedicated that they had joined their hands and were praying thru out…&lt;br /&gt;and some like me who came alone and are hopeless to the core …. were just watching people around…(and try to make up stories to blog ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What runs thru your mind when you are standing in a queue while visiting a temple???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I being a very selfish guy… do a self run of all the things that I intend to ask him… right from money, good health, to peace of mind…I mean everything :-)&lt;br /&gt;I also arrange them priority wise so that incase of short of time… the best and most wanted are not missed… he he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how much ever I’m prepared with my list… the moment I glance the idol and look at his eyes…tears fill my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;(This happens most of the time when I’m in Shirdi or Sidhivinayak; last time in Shirdi I had to practically wipe my tears…)&lt;br /&gt;The first word that comes to my mind is “Thank U”…&lt;br /&gt;and a lot many times, after coming out I realise that I forget to ask what I wanted to…&lt;br /&gt;But do we really need to ask… he provides when it’s due…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I feel very restless and realise that a lot of things, which are not in my control, are really bothering me… then my inner voice says… “you stupid boy… its long since god saw you at his door step… pl be humble, take out time of ur busy routine and give him a visit…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a visit… I feel a lot better and a lot more positive… It may be just in the mindset… but so far as it gives me peace of mind, I’m content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I’m not a very strong believer of idol worships but there are some temples, which I visit quite often and have a lot of faith in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What about “U”… Do you believe in God... or idol worship?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112367622599551675?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112367622599551675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112367622599551675&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112367622599551675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112367622599551675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-keep-blessing-as-you-have-always.html' title='Just keep blessing as you have always done…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112342479509908641</id><published>2005-08-07T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T07:58:30.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friendship Day…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’ve always believed that I don’t need a day to celebrate a relationship… be it Fathers Day, Mothers Day, Valentines Day or Friendship day… those people and those relationships are very important to me and I celebrate them as I celebrate life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a reason to assign a day… we have got so accustomed to our routine that a lot of things and a lot of relationships are taken for granted… we know its there and it will be there… and a lot of relationships just fades away with the passage of time...and we loose track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today being a friendship day let me restrict myself to friends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can never imagine what a life would be without friends… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that unconditional love… care and concern…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a hand holding hand… saying go ahead I’m there with you… in whatever u do…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that I’ll get a hug to comfort whenever I’ll feel miserable…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;knowing that whenever a tear will come in my eyes… they will convert it in a smile…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that they don’t care if I’m right or wrong… whenever I want.. I’ll have them…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;knowing that I can make as many mistakes… and expect to be forgiven…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with whom I can share my heart … I can talk all the rubbish and would be still respected…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;with whom I can share my dreams…without even bothering its reality…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with whom I can laugh my heart out and be what I’m…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there may be a million of reasons which make them so special… which make them a part of my world… my life and a part of me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends… I love you… I’m so fortunate to have u as a part of my life… I’ll always cherish the time shared with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A SPECIAL THANKS TO ALL MY BLOGGING PALS…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since I was introduced to you and to your world… my world has changed and I can sense that it has become more beautiful and livelier… I’ve got addicted to you all…&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for dropping here and sharing my life and my thoughts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff33;"&gt;“Khuda se koi baat anjaan nahin hoti&lt;br /&gt;Insaan ki bandgi baimaan nahin hoti&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi manga hoga humne ek pyara sa dost,&lt;br /&gt;Yuhi aapki humse pehchan nahin hoti”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wishing you all a very Happy Friendship Day…&lt;br /&gt;With lots n lots of Luv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless U…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;“Love me the most when I deserve it the least that’s when I need it the most”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112342479509908641?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112342479509908641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112342479509908641&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112342479509908641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112342479509908641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='Happy Friendship Day…'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10846188.post-112323010043515949</id><published>2005-08-05T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T01:34:53.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I got her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After a long wait… a lot of discussion and analysis and a lot of public opinion,&lt;br /&gt;….making my mind that, I wanna go with it,&lt;br /&gt;infact even I got rejections couple of times… but I kept trying and&lt;br /&gt;now finally I got her…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/640/getphoto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/1/3653/250/getphoto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My new cell &lt;a href="http://www.nokia.co.in/nokia/0,,66146,00.html" target="new"&gt;Nokia 3230&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Black and Silver body, nice curves, smooth touch, easy to handle, sounds good … looks sexy and when she opens her eyes… I can see the world in it… amazing clarity :-)&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!!! With all her accessories she will be an adorable asset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet a lot is unexplored… This weekend I will spend a lot of time with her… exploring her ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend has already expressed her qualms that now there is another one to share her love and time… I mean she knows the way I love my stuffs…&lt;br /&gt;My other adorable sweethearts are my Bike, my Diary, my first wristwatch and My Laptop (although its company’s owned… so far I’m using its mine… and I love her too) and ofcourse my Blog ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends ask me “How is your sweet heart” and they intend to ask about my bike.&lt;br /&gt;He he he he… I’m too possessive about my stuffs and can’t let go them so easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to spend much on a cell phone; I used to own a very basic model for past 3 yrs, but since some months I was inclined to buy a nice hep phone… and when this kind of feeling comes to me I go by it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A simple funda of my life:&lt;br /&gt;Agar dil aagaya to fir mat socho ki uski kya keemat hain… just own it…&lt;br /&gt;(If your heart comes on something then don’t think about the cost you are paying… just own it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coz there are very few things I feel crazy about…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Welcome “Nokia 3230” into the world of Puneet… I’ve already fallen in love with you ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10846188-112323010043515949?l=puneetdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/112323010043515949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10846188&amp;postID=112323010043515949&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112323010043515949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10846188/posts/default/112323010043515949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puneetdreamz.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-i-got-her.html' title='Finally I got her'/><author><name>PuNeEt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03709220866751774513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3172/856/1600/p00_imax.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entr
