tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61270601624139635942024-02-03T05:38:32.833+05:30Miss Nobody's..::Scribbles::..Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.comBlogger72125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-4355891960067299562009-12-28T23:17:00.003+05:302009-12-28T23:36:11.809+05:30This blog is going to<p>Self destruct in.....3,2,1...!</p><p>Nah still here.</p><p>Since the season of giving is still on and all,I thought I might give myself a little something-my crazy head a new space to banter.Besides,I'm tired of being a Nobody(:P),I'd rather be a schmuck.I like being a geek too.But a schmuck is better.Hence you will find my further misadventures in <a href="http://theschmuckrunning.blogspot.com/">The Schmuck running amuck</a>,my newest space on the www.</p><p>Update your feeds and all.See ya folks on the <a href="http://theschmuckrunning.blogspot.com/">new space</a>.</p><p><br /><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="58" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab218/Rhythm_Divine/sig.jpg" width="211" align="left" /><br /></p>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-74337817024852001762009-12-27T19:56:00.009+05:302009-12-27T20:47:18.521+05:30I'm so Holey,see Giddit?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419924080501079346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAXd3FDgoQtSBw5I6xz2X3CsexBIEVNAAtACpk_r7yk6Eli-kdV4YWnGov2AoLb65LzXDWEHhTo_uWsAsu1z8rvTIoD4uNVhJyBQbQCcn1G3D4-L6LICwEkMEedHRWHHhsf62wRS7xGlW/s320/newpics+346.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Yep thats right i got my piercing!</div><div>My uncle,who is a doctor did it for me with a surgical needle that looked like a fishing hook.Kinda like so...(ow)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419927516544100418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yWnbKc00ufSRmzWdaia24TwOuI3jt2kZTf4K4G2uRCREaALwz7UYspitxliohfigw1lz-IIz_xUJucwyGOmS2k-hGV4ObBUGryc1pZ6ha-_OcnhmymUnlgR6twzAZ0G7E68zrOZilGDx/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" />The shiny thing went inside my nose,I almost considered backing out when I felt it go through one layer,and then two and then the come out of the top of my nose,and I almost wept with relief.And if you are wondering whether it hurt or not,well ofcourse it did.But not much.Here's a crazy thing-Unlike your ear which keeps on burning after it has been pierced,the pain stops after your nose has had its newest hole.That's because it doesn't have as much nerves(ha!) as the ear.So,its pretty much okay,just a bit sore.And getting it done by a doc is always the best.</div><div>Just waiting for my nose to heal so I can do something like this...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419932565122177106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu37oEuPc8ZthWTtoAazMtn2x3nS3HnyPIA4Z5mD98aL9rnbGKmTOUkwinBQ9jic9aIBldOFViR2HwyqUDzzXRaz5C5ua5YS0_oyhyqBLgHcW64m4FR1qVhStU15CXdGSOVbfbc-G42s1X/s320/P6090038.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Yaaay!</div><div><br /></div><div>and my current favourite thing to do is...<br /></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419932962477540306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHWd07vdHWhLSzkkA6L2dxuAG4K6Gvjbg38-TXgHMePb4-On9ViKzy8JtVWV-AhLPIlG6SW8j66BTP1iL-KMX0Bmz5Hur7vhzbf_J-EaTkwjR5kq2qo0_9Kq0hW5Bo4wRp8XodaoIlLVNd/s320/newpics+345.jpg" border="0" />you got it!Twirl the string!I name this pic <span style="font-size:130%;">EXTACY!</span><br />This was on my wishlist for a long,LONG time.Whats on yours?wha-?Jus' askin'.<br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Image courtesy:Yahoo</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">and the </span><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/nose%20piercing/PerfectTown/Me/P6090038.jpg?o=35"><span style="font-size:78%;">nose stud pic at photobucket</span></a> </div>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-17081071402131458662009-12-24T20:05:00.003+05:302009-12-24T20:19:46.494+05:30Merry Christmas!!<center><a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/christmas/"><img alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/christmas/images/0merry-christmas-stocking.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/christmas/" target="_blank">Chistmas Graphic Comments</a></center><br /><p>Almost four hours until Christmas(here at IST)!<br />Just finished with my tree and opening my presents at farmville! Dreaming of a white Christmas,like on the perfect picture postcards.But it doesn't snow in a tropical country like ours.<br />Okay!Enough ranting!<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#009900;">H<span style="color:#ff0000;">a</span>p<span style="color:#ff0000;">p</span>y <span style="color:#ff0000;">h</span>o<span style="color:#ff0000;">l</span>i<span style="color:#ff0000;">d</span>a<span style="color:#ff0000;">y</span>s <span style="color:#ff0000;">e</span>v<span style="color:#ff0000;">e</span>r<span style="color:#ff0000;">y</span>o<span style="color:#ff0000;">n</span>e!</span><br /></span><br /></p>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-26604767563709035112009-12-23T19:52:00.003+05:302009-12-23T19:56:32.364+05:30What can I say?<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbfECfynKP7aAbyXSvKxuGila1Hxzj_gCEnLAu1p61rYPMm6YEPdHDRTSZ7nLNcvhKEAq-7wDfIHAFmhKSLBqm8JTPz173RG8MSmrMIGU9gXb4rJSSsfcj4w7vdL2-hRcSJMmJaXkeDTl/s1600-h/avatar.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418437180380862130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbfECfynKP7aAbyXSvKxuGila1Hxzj_gCEnLAu1p61rYPMm6YEPdHDRTSZ7nLNcvhKEAq-7wDfIHAFmhKSLBqm8JTPz173RG8MSmrMIGU9gXb4rJSSsfcj4w7vdL2-hRcSJMmJaXkeDTl/s400/avatar.bmp" border="0" /></a> Except...</div><br /><div>JUST WOW!</div><br /><div>And....</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418437634854407634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi02Uhi5B_8-W9MknHeenz_Bhgamg_N0EmbdBkli-_pjnY-NUS7yGYj40s-bdeaTt8g_kurBk2GoFVzJFRmF0oCXPoDuB2x-FFt1BfhQEoywTd20FUvOWUgIBT0weaHtuEGuLmDSxAEMPFq/s400/-New-Moon-Wallpaper-twilight-series-9316678-1200-900.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>I ♥ this too!</p><p>Enough holiday cheer to keep me bouncing till new year!</p><p>Happy hols,ya'll.</p>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-39229281782790644102009-12-20T19:38:00.004+05:302009-12-20T20:10:57.953+05:30Fiction55:#2<blockquote>55 Fiction is a form of <a class="mw-redirect" title="Microfiction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microfiction">microfiction</a> that refers to<br />the works of fiction limited to a maximum of fifty-five words.<br /></blockquote><p>-Dear <a href="http://wikipedia.org/">wiki</a>.</p><p><strong>Fiction55#2</strong> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://s865.photobucket.com/albums/ab218/Rhythm_Divine/?action=view&current=fiction.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab218/Rhythm_Divine/fiction.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><strong>Disturbed</strong></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">She woke up in her bed,startled.It was that noise again-a low rumble,like some wild animal with a terrible cold.It was gradually rising,on to a crescendo-like a building tempest.And then fell,only to rise again!</span></p><p><span style="color:#006600;">"Anish!",she yelled out to her twin,"Quit the nasal orchestra,will ya?!"</span></p><p>Soooo,er?How was it?I'm new to this genre of writing-though its kinda difficult,its great fun too!</p><p>Enjoy your Sunday!(or whatever's left of it:P)</p><p>Love,</p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><em>Miss N</em></span></p>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-57029499566228447852009-12-19T13:46:00.005+05:302009-12-20T20:12:32.283+05:30My first guest post!<p>So somebody did the unthinkable,they asked for a guest post from me on their blog.As if making a fool of myself on myspace wasn't enough :P.</p><p><a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/">Amazing Ashwini</a>,who has been one of my firstest blog buddies asked me and some of her other bloggie friends to revive her (seemingly) dead blog.</p><p>What she failed to to realize ,that nothing about a fiery soul dies-even if its a corner in the behemoth www .</p><p>So I wrote <a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/2009/12/16/vacation-romance/#comments">THIS</a>(clickety click).</p><p>An intelligent blogger with a sense of humour is what she has in store if you visit her, an amazingly talented <em>artiste,</em>a good friend with a heart of platinum, a gifted storyteller-and of my closest buddies on the web-one for Ash,yaay!</p><p>Do visit her,and leave a comment there.</p><p>Happy Saturday ya'll!<br /><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab218/Rhythm_Divine/sig.jpg" align="left" /><br /></p>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-10953154626283500982009-12-16T14:34:00.006+05:302009-12-16T21:06:17.480+05:30Just so that you know I'm honest,reallyI have to show you my newest shiny trophy<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415758425658458738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPq2aXQm2QBNccm3arooKy0geYY14BIOsSdg3jkYTGexEpTc9QHGQaRpt9HGkvSY57t9khJ1VhjRt4AAfnMDlWao75j2ovxsfwXBmGpkIY4iSyl7cRjOeQgqUO_SiUTlHe0oayWyQ9_BrS/s400/honest+scrap.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />given to me by <span style="color:#ff0000;">sharazad</span> of <a href="http://dangerous%20pages.blogspot.com/">Dangerous Pages Review</a>-If you are a bibliophile with a taste for the forbidden,you surely are missing something if you aren't following her!</p><p>So,as per the rules I have to state 10 ten things about me that you may or maynot know..</p><ol><li>I am a converse girl,through and through.</li><li>My obsession with vampires does not begin and end with twilight.It has found new meaning with True Blood.</li><li>Farmville Addict.Oh, yea Yeehaw!</li><li>I love novels written on a historical background-like Kite runner(by Khaled hosseini) and the Odessa File by Frederick Forsyth and many more.I.Dig.History.Gee,does anyone else find that funny?</li><li>Waiting to pierce my nose-I have a Go from both my boyf and Pa,but the friend brigade is kinda split in half over it.I procastrinate a lot,but I think I'm going for it.</li><li>I am addicted to giving my blog a facelift(every now and then=atleast 4 times a week).Mommy likes buying new dresses.Is that so bad<span style="font-size:130%;">?(IT IS!)</span></li><li><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>I love walnut kernels,LOVE LOVE LOVE!</li><li>I think yellow nail polish is kinda cool.</li><li>This is for my dog-"I'm not doing a Bella when I say I love you like my brother.REALLY.STOP.HUMPING.ME."</li><li>I recently acted in a college play where I had to play a politician,kinda controversial-so they changed my character and lines the next day.Pissed.Like you wouldn't believe.</li></ol><p>I found some amazing blogs that I'm following now,and I'd like to pass on the awards to them</p><p>Nelley at <a href="http://slimmingtimes.blogspot.com/">Happiness is a size six</a></p><p>Shilpa at <a href="http://shilpaagarg.blogspot.com/">A Rose is a Rose is a rose</a></p><p>Arun George at <a href="http://havenofmythoughts.blogspot.com/">The Haven of my thoughts</a></p><p>Mama Zen at <a href="http://thezenofmotherhood.blogspot.com/">The Zen of Motherhood</a></p><p>Guria at <a href="http://me-the-maverick.blogspot.com/">Maverick Misfit</a></p><p>Shruti at <a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/">Hits and Misses</a></p><p>Rajlakshmi at <a href="http://destinychildosheen.blogspot.com/">Destiny's Child</a></p><p>....and some oldies I can't stop loving :)</p><p>Avada Kedavra at <a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/">Stung by the Splendour of a crazy thought</a></p><p>Little Miss Blogger at<a href="http://littlemsblogger.blogspot.com/"> A Little blog about nothing</a></p><p>Bookpusher at <a href="http://thegenteelarsenal.blogspot.com/">The Genteel Arsenal.</a></p><p><br /><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 250px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 96px" height="65" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab218/Rhythm_Divine/sig.jpg" width="250" align="left" /> Chop chop! Ta folks!<br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p><br /><br /></p>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-30642022776874660722009-12-08T18:33:00.004+05:302009-12-14T13:54:19.891+05:30You tell me..Nineteen year old wha-?I'm at this crossroad where I don't know which word to attach with myself-A girl or a woman?I wish I had an intelligent post to write,which would overnight boost my popularity and I'd have hundreds(okay scores,to start) pouring in to share their pearls of wisdom.Where's mine,you ask?Still looking for it,trying to explore a concept I <s>never thought about</s> often think about.No pearls of wisdom from my side,hence -1.No worries-<span style="font-size:130%;">who the hell wants to grow old?</span><strong><em>"Eighteen till I die"?</em></strong>-I'd love to,but I'm nineteen already ;)<br /><br />When you are young,you tend to have weird ideas about *grown up things*-I know I had!<br />This is what I thought it takes to be a woman(around a decade ago when 14 was an-age--i-so-wanted-to-be...dad wouldn't scold,I'd have no curfew and by the time I was 15 dad would probably invite my potential boyfriend to dinner and not scare him with his jack hammer .20 was just bordering on the verge of death)<br />You are a woman(as in an adult female) if(Disclaimer this is flashback-don't let the tense eff you up :P)<br /><ul><li>You are 20.I mean 20 is OLD.Whoever heard of the phrase 40 is the new 20.Doesn't matter-both are OLD.(If you are wondering what I thought about my parents then-as usual-nothing.They are parents.What about them?)</li><li>You wear makeup.OMG.So,so old.</li><li>You wear danglydoo earrings.Cute earrings are for little girls-hands off*spits out*woman!!</li></ul><p>Are you as confused as I am?Good.Lets carry on.</p><p>I never thought I'd have to attach the word "woman" with myself.There's nothing remotely graceful about me,nothing gentle and <em>womanly.</em></p><p>For instance,this is what happened a few months ago...</p><p>Me and best bud S pigged out on this delicious buffet at Mainland China.We took third,fourth and fifth helping of the chicken wings,crab and prawn chips respectively.By the time we had finished,WE HAD TO DOWNLOAD,I mean REALLY.As we were gathering are asses to hit the bowl,I fell off my chair.I didn't feel ashamed,smoothed my hair and then ran out of the restaurant to the john.(did I mention I ran out yelling?)</p><p>And a conversation between me and S in a restaurant(again) in 9th grade-(le pardonnable?)</p><p><em>Me*whispers*:Should we leave a tip?</em></p><p><em>S*in her outdoor voice*:No.We are kids!</em></p><p><em>Me:OH.Right.</em></p><p>Did I mention it was a really sophisticated place,and the maitre d and the other waiters were pointing and laughing while we sauntered out like divas,only to return the next month.</p><p>Having a kiddie face doesn't help either.</p><p>Will I ever grow up?Shall I ever have poise,grace and the ickle womanly stuffs?Does it grow on you with age?I'm still waiting for The becoming.<a href="http://photobucket.com/images/vintage%20funny" target="_blank"><img alt="vintage Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k227/josophat/funny/vintage/guess.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Or not.</p><p></p><p>Which event(if any) marked Your becoming?</p><br /><p><br /><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab218/Rhythm_Divine/sig.jpg" /><br /></p><br />Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-25696947531912817392009-11-30T19:21:00.002+05:302009-11-30T20:01:29.048+05:30And this is how I got added into his friendlist<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://photobucket.com/images/smiles" target="_blank"><img alt="smiles Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i630.photobucket.com/albums/uu21/bibimaniac/007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">The idea usually dies in my head-I'm just so full of them,but am SO SO lazy to write!Maybe its the survival of the fittest thats going on in my head-one ambitious little idealet kills the other,ha!Go figure.But today I couldNOT just let this die out.</span><br /><br />A conversation between me and R(thats my guy!*teehee*) on how best to use facebook<br /><br /><em>R:I'm going to use it for saving the world!I'll bring the people to light!</em><br /><em>Me:Why can't you just send me hugs,drinks and play farmville and be happy with it?</em><br /><em>R:*This is where he looks exasperated,thinking that sometimes either I fail to get him or am being dumb on purpose*</em><br /><em>Me:...</em><br /><em>R:I still think Saving the world is a better idea.Aw,c'mon I'm just going to put up news updates and ask people's opinions on the bites.Then I'm going to open a news company.By the way,I haven't added you yet.(He just signed up)</em><br /><em>Me:Well go one,type a search...</em><br /><em>Few seconds later...</em><br /><em>R:Oh,is that you the one in the gray hat?</em><br /><em>Me:No,look for a picture with a pair of feet in it.Sepia.</em><br /><em>R:Ok,feet it is.</em><br /><em>R:Oh wait-is that you with the picture of a naked guy playing a violin?</em><br /><em>ME:*This is where I fall off the chair laughing*</em><br /><br />I mean I NEED TO LOOK FOR THIS PERSON,who has my name and a display picture of <strong>a naked man playing violin.</strong>Its just not the words,but the way he said it,I have been laughing since morning.Either I'm crazy,or I'm crazy.<span style="font-size:78%;">Or I'm crazy in love ♥</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /> <a href="http://photobucket.com/images/love" target="_blank"><img alt="love Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i638.photobucket.com/albums/uu107/ellolove_93/---love.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Happy monday ya'll!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/358/6EF85205FAFE23CC67A03BCCE3FC65B8.png" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">I</span><span style="font-size:85%;">mage courtesy:</span><a href="http://photobucket.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">photobucket</span><br /></div></span></a><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-87272262397986704182009-11-23T20:44:00.002+05:302009-11-23T21:41:08.321+05:30Random Realizations:10 things I have found out<blockquote><p>..In which you may find a list of my realizations,findings,fun facts posted as soon as I have 10 of 'em at hand :)Feel free to add your own in the comments :)</p><blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><ul><li> I simply CANNOT take a decent photograph,however much I try I happen to take the most ordinary of pics,nothing too be ooh-ed and ahh-ed about.And it bugs me to no end.To top it all,I'm insanely jealous of people who CAN take good photos.I should hike to Mount Sinai sometime soon.</li><li>My dog has fleas!!!!!!!And along with my dog,I have flea bites too.Which degree of eww-ness should we put that in?</li><li>I can never be loyal to one template,its just that I'm searching for The One,and so far-no luck.They have templates for shopping blogs,fashion,travelling,pets-but what about scribblers,don't they deserve a good template too?There are thousands out there,and I'm the only one to blame for I can't decide-whether to go with the theme,or choose one which looks good.No cookie for me :(</li><li>I have renewed respect for Chetan Bhagat.Two States was a good read.</li><li>For some weird reason I have stopped collecting quotes,at one point of time I was crazy about them.Feel good quotes and humorous ones score highest on my list.</li></ul><p>One of my all time favourites:</p><p>"For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness, For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people, For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry, For Beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day, For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms. As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others." -Audrey Hepburn</p><ul><li>My obsession with farmville is reaching the point of insanity.</li><li>College,is not that bad after all.Though mine is admittedly the most boring college on earth,my friends make it worth slogging through,and occassionally the subject ;)</li><li>Time travel is not impossible.Into the future,I mean.I just read it somewhere-I couldn't get the rocket science(And this is the reason I'm not elaborating,I don't want to look like a fool,and if sometime if it IS proved impossible-remember me as someone who loved the fiction part of science fiction than science itself.)-but yea it is kind of possible.</li><li>Sometime in third grade I had learnt that dogs are colour blind and to this day I haven't found a proper answer to this.So I had to google it and this is what came up</li></ul><blockquote>Dogs are not color blind - they see color, but their chromatic acuity is<br />significantly less than humans'. This is for two reasons: (1) dogs have far<br />fewer cone cells in their retina (cone cells are responsible for seeing color);<br />and (2) dogs are dichromatic (they see only two primary colors - blue and<br />yellow) whereas humans are trichromatic, meaning we see three primary colors -<br />red, blue, and green. </blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><ul><li>Winter has finally stopped playing lets pretend and peekaboo.He is here.Full blast.And living in a tropical country I have never been able to associate winter with death,desolation and all the normal poetic thing-a-majigs.Winters here are SO pleasant,and I'm enjoying the few months of its stay.</li></ul><p>Have anything you'd like to share?No penny for your thoughts :)</p><p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/358/6EF85205FAFE23CC67A03BCCE3FC65B8.png" /></a></p>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-43008658882817584382009-11-08T20:49:00.008+05:302009-11-21T11:59:13.066+05:30Do you have a minute?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8Dg7P0oE-TawdxOA2OodAMqfK77Bqd_zMVdRvUCOEXxthH4G-jTZGmHTHnj0qB_PoThttHCouqOEQQusgThf6TttkJaLzVXD_MMc0Y2OZ4GZzeaLqqGXN07qpqwyuHmFTs-028hRb5vI/s1600-h/726486900_95ecba6f9b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401764554587401122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ8Dg7P0oE-TawdxOA2OodAMqfK77Bqd_zMVdRvUCOEXxthH4G-jTZGmHTHnj0qB_PoThttHCouqOEQQusgThf6TttkJaLzVXD_MMc0Y2OZ4GZzeaLqqGXN07qpqwyuHmFTs-028hRb5vI/s400/726486900_95ecba6f9b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>I'm lying here, where they left me.Do you have a minute today?Or would you miss your bus?Is that phone call really important?I would have survived the other day,albeit weak from hunger,if you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hadnot</span> given me the last scrap of bun.No,I'll still be grateful,for we ARE loyal creatures,every one of us.But TODAY,I really need your help.Look at me please,last night as I was sleeping under the street light,the back wheel of a truck squashed my stomach.My guts are spilled out for the world to see,its a miracle that I'm still alive,though I can feel life like an ebb tide,as opposed to a rising one.I have been howling like this since four in the morn-some of you must have cursed me in your sleep.Sorry about that-but today I'm REALLY not crying wolf-there are no suspicious strangers,no scurrying cats-it is a matter of life and death for me.If only you would look out and see.The old lady never liked me,she covered her nose with her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">saree</span>,but the school boy?He used to give me bread out of his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tiffin</span> box-was that love or just a method to dispose off his unwanted lunch.I would say it was the former,for today he wanted to help but his mother dragged him away,disgusted,mumbling something about being late to school.The sun mounts higher,I need water.Wouldn't somebody give me some?I have been too hopeful,and now irritation sets in,or is it a sin to be so?To expect something in return of a service?-have I not guarded your houses well enough,friends?</em></div><br /><div><em>Suddenly I feel something cold,metal.Oh.A clamp around my neck.Somebody hauls me up and puts me in the back of a van.I could smell more of my kind,but I could see none.It was cool in there...</em></div><br /><div><em>And then darkness set in.<br /></em><!-- Begin AddRatings.com widget code --></div><br /><div>One morning I woke up to a horrible howling,the sight was more pitiful than the sound,as you can well imagine.Well,this street dog and I,we have grown up together,and that day death came as the end.Many people were curious,some visibly disgusted,others Talked about what should be done,but nobody did anything.My dog,kept howling back,he was restless.He whined and kept coming back to me,pleading to do something.I put a call to the local animal centre which takes care of wounded strays,but they too were pretty <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nonchalant</span> for an organisation which did such work.I was seriously disappointed.They took an hour to travel four kilometers,and that too hauled the dog by its neck on their arrival.The howling still reverberates in my ears.I took little comfort from their arrival,as it was clear that she wouldn't live long-nobody does,when their guts have been spilled on the road for hours.</div><br /><div>None of my neighbours even came down with water,or first aid.I was surprised at such an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">inhuman</span> reaction to something like this.Do we not sleep peacefully in our beds,because they roam the streets and guard the neighbourhood?Do they not put up a racket if suspicious men hang around our houses?Have we learnt this then?To expect service and and give nothing in return?</div><br /><div>That sure was a poor way to repay a debt.For days,some of the other dogs mourned.And with them,I did too.I love my city,would trade the most precious thing to me to live here forever,here in Calcutta.The City of Joy,they say.But sometimes,just sometimes,I feel that my city has a black heart.</div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br />And if you are up there,my friend,this is for you.I know the brightest star that shines is you.Forgive me,my friend-that sure was a poor way to repay a debt to you.</div><br /><br /><br />pic found here:<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83461242@N00/726486900/">http://www.flickr.com/photos/83461242@N00/726486900/</a><br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/358/6EF85205FAFE23CC67A03BCCE3FC65B8.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-28957469453670222022009-11-06T19:02:00.005+05:302009-11-21T11:59:50.165+05:30Fiction 55:First attemptI have been meaning to write one for ages,ever since <a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/">Avada</a> wrote one,and then I found other awesome f55 on Shruti's <a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/">blog</a>,<a href="http://ballat.blogspot.com/">Shankar's</a> and <a href="http://shilpagarg.blogspot.com/">Shilpa's.</a><br />So what IS a Fiction55?This is what wiki says :<br /><blockquote><p>The origin of 55 Fiction can be traced to a short story writing contest<br />organized by New Times, an independent alternative weekly in San Luis Obispo,<br />California, in <a title="1987" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1987">1987</a>.<br />The idea was proposed by New Times founder and publisher <a title="Steve Moss" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Moss">Steve Moss</a>. New Times, while<br />often mistakenly believed to be part of the New Times chain of papers, is<br />actually part of the smaller, San Luis Obispo-county based New Times Media<br />Group, which also owns the Santa Maria Sun.</p><blockquote>and </blockquote><p>A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:<br />Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)<br />A setting,<br />One or more characters,<br />Some conflict, and<br />A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)<br />The title of the story is not part of the overall word count, but it still can’t exceed seven words. </p></blockquote><br />Intriguing,no?<br />So here I go(hey,erm that rhymes!)<br /><div align="center"><strong>Remembrance</strong></div><em><span style="color:#339999;">He could recognize her scent anywhere.Though he was eighty,he clearly remembered the first time he had met her in the park-her golden hair flying.<br />But she was leaner now,her golden mane dull,her mouth pulled down at the corners.He called<br />out"Miranda!" but all that came out was "woof".<br /><br /></span></em>So,how was it?My first attempt,don't be too harsh ;)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/358/6EF85205FAFE23CC67A03BCCE3FC65B8.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-28681657548979910992009-11-04T20:20:00.019+05:302009-11-04T22:26:13.145+05:30Welcome to the trophy roomAwards galore, folks-and many of the trophies have your names on them :)LAdida? I know!<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>We all know that I have been pretty sucky about distributing the awards I received,but today I intend to make it up to you,for sure!So,go on-have a seat you are welcome to bring your own snacks while we have drinks on the house-a little champagne for the celebration toast :D</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400262727681798482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPr2oL5qmkDjAQj36NJJZxKBfc6j8MbDRAizaiDWUKFDYItj9TkATfTg-z2sVxMVzZZdZKayv9HH_2ZMLqpW8OwsEx_FJSJN97zs3H0te79agUHgYJiTtOfrDATOlT-XxrlGM2Tidnnnwg/s400/519372647_369ea66e1b.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:85%;">Pic found here:</span><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8482674@N07/519372647/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.flickr.com/photos/8482674@N07/519372647/</span></a><br /><div>Firstly,Awesome <a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/">Avada</a> gave me these on completing 100 posts on her blog-way to go girl!And sorry for the late acceptance,but these are HEARTILY appreciated!Thank you!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400266218379678754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0PCNigrdVCxzdQwwQgQBQ7J9lKWTHM_OHNgz0tCkefldE0bDd4XoExDGjcUh59W0qDdeTRN6-AY6Tq2II58_3ECFlG5zqxACqjTYo00Nzcrxsj73qzuPZZnMPKxOtadLHX1OPpsBvK1k/s400/avadasaward.jpg" border="0" />This is her personal award and has two of the characters I really DIG!Thankie girl!<br />And then The blog buddies Award<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400266688085550418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLzI3HFpMzehykfjkV0bKkF4PExjEuOyWqHZcvjEMQuhsm7qHA0XR38wfRlJPBd5W4UHD1Y7yhGPpwrKCtJsIRxFrS_nnWSSYQBi6GD5H3Xy7ndQz_boh2lPEQ1MMTV38snwAAwUPKrFV/s400/blog_buddies.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">which I wish to pass on to</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://thegenteelarsenal.blogspot.com/">Bookpusher</a></div><br /><div><a href="http://dangerouspages.blogspot.com/">Sharazad</a></div><br /><div><a href="http://truthsbitter.blogspot.com/">Rimz</a></div><br /><div><a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/">Shruti</a></div><br /><div><a href="http://ballat.blogspot.com/">Shankar</a></div><br /><div><a href="http://littlemsblogger.blogspot.com/">Littlemsblogger</a></div><br /><div>Next comes the..<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400267760533969586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2jH_54hq331m9W-l0KU5U9G54J6rlploT_bL3x04BSyLyK4pqiYYIxxmqTufOOThtCCpiVBsq4kci43XqeSd9ezirlhvCeoS_DghR3GgS3aMP_bZIgIoYwF9MMi56Nf_jU5WSBcCJV5U/s400/loveblogaward%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I Love your blog award </span><span style="color:#000000;">and this goes to</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Bookpusher</strong></span></div><br /><div><a href="http://afewminuteswithmichael.com/"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Michael</strong></span></a><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Shruti</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Rimz</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Shankar</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><a href="http://livitluvit.com/">Lilu</a></strong></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Littlemsblogger</strong></span></div></div><br /><p>Next,<a href="http://littlemsblogger.blogspot.com/">Little ms blogger </a>tagged me for this</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400268639759151794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QsXGIRkWbydGAtCMWXT-2tx_z-EQwuTLh9bHCPvgZY2bUBd8G5VgZDHexzq4_-GhyphenhyphenXJlxXmTSbvdZP5xyIBq0YNT9SWre6eECWxGzWw1-gN8mDtQmLxhyphenhyphenplD24RHqrZgkhXNMQUdSjVy/s400/Overthetopaward.png" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">She says my blog is over the top ;</span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">) hehe,Thanks!</span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">So the rules are:Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. You must use only one word answers!Once you have filled it out you then pass it on to 6 of your favorite bloggers and alert them that they have been awarded.</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">1. Where is your cell phone? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">here</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">2. Your hair? black</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">3. Your mother? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">talented</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">4. Your father? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">caring</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">5. Your favorite food? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">Biriyani</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">6. Your dream last night? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">dreamless</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">7. Your favorite drink? <span style="color:#00cccc;">Diet</span> </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">Cola</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">8. Your dream/goal? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">researcher</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">9. What room are you in? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">mine</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">10. Your hobby? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">Reading</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">11. Your fear? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">heights</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">this world</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">13. Where were you last night? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">home</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">14. Something that you aren't? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">sneaky</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">15. Muffins? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">chocolate chip</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">16. Wish list item?</span><span style="color:#00cccc;"> i-phone</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">17. Where did you grow up? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">Calcutta</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">18. Last thing you did? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">dinner</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">19. What are you wearing? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">tracks</span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">20. Your TV? </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">Sony</span></p><br /><br /><p>21. Your pets? <span style="color:#00cccc;">horny dog</span></p><br /><br /><p>22. Friends? <span style="color:#00cccc;">kick ass</span></p><br /><br /><p>23. Your life?<span style="color:#00cccc;">bah</span></p><br /><br /><p>24. Your mood? <span style="color:#00cccc;">Swings</span></p><br /><br /><p>25. Missing someone? <span style="color:#00cccc;">Yes :)</span></p><br /><br /><p>26. Vehicle? <span style="color:#00cccc;">Maruti</span></p><br /><br /><p>27. Something you’re not wearing? <span style="color:#00cccc;">earings</span></p><br /><br /><p>28. Your favorite store? <span style="color:#00cccc;">Westside</span></p><br /><br /><p>29. Your favorite color? <span style="color:#00cccc;">Black</span></p><br /><br /><p>30. When was the last time you laughed?<span style="color:#00cccc;">now</span></p><br /><br /><p>31. Last time you cried? <span style="color:#00cccc;">don't remember</span></p><br /><br /><p>32. Your best friend? <span style="color:#00cccc;">Shre :)</span></p><br /><br /><p>33. One place that I go to over and over? <span style="color:#00cccc;">the john ;)</span></p><br /><br /><p>34. One person who emails me regularly? <span style="color:#00cccc;">Facebook alerts :(</span></p><br /><br /><p>35. Favorite place to eat? <span style="color:#00cccc;">At home</span></p><br /><br /><p>Her answers cracked me up- click<a href="http://littlemsblogger.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-top-and-through-moon.html"> here </a>to read hers!</p><br /><br /><p>Six bloggers I wish to pass this on to are</p><p><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>Avada</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>Bookpusher</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>Shruti</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>Lilu</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#339999;"><strong><a href="http://me-the-maverick.blogspot.com/">Guria</a></strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#339999;"><strong>Shankar</strong></span></p><br /><p>And then <a href="http://xperiences-in-life.blogspot.com/">Shruti</a> Tagged me for these</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400274134891745650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWyYBH6kcVD0E_201NL98zJJSDbXMDsrQt2RXPLyAYyEFddy3Qx5yzDGao3ezvChWaUdV3jF8ND3QO0eulLHdTpFqbPmEcElYSfoWxOM4eUAOJJHpQ8RIlPtWUT7sZiyAsJQg2xgK5M9U/s400/BlogBuddyStoneEmbosswoutcredit_thumb.jpg" border="0" /> Aww,Calvin and Hobbes!Me likey!Thanks girl!And congratulations for the 50 post mark-though thats far gone and you are moving at the pace of a raging tornado towards your 100th!Go Shruti!</div></div>And then</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400274620900246898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-RxEsTn0kzTw-E5JcJiqDUm2BjSa45fpdYvrbbHOhy3US0DqYsa1FswrOh0q3NcoST0pIXRuL_NdXXtafJ_vuUsqOixN0FBPEkDBAi24vBCLzBsQTP-QXHDkayqEAZlhnBGLad_YT4cGR/s400/hardworkingblog_awardnip4.jpg" border="0" /> also from Shruti,and to pass these on...<br /><br /><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Avada</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Sharazad</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Michael</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Bookpusher</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Rimz</em></span></p><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Shankar</em></span></p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Little ms blogger<br /></em></span><br /><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>and back at Shruti :P(yes,I just did that)<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Gq2XWvjY8Os/SuAcvk_CkgI/AAAAAAAAAp0/Mq76OU9PrWM/levianloyalaward_thumb2.jpg" border="0" /></em></span></p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Avada</em></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Bookpusher</em></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Shankar</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Rimz</em></span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>Lilu</em></span></div><br /><div>All these awards,and did you really think I wouldn't add my own?So here goes</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400278049625630754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnKFTJhOUDQIFzfsb8oAixhCn9G82dxhQV2OcZ_NIhyphenhyphenxQBquY2W3g-pwQSYkxCfqGY2z6wb2tjCtxYOIq4xq5lz7MgG0wOzN5JuzbZwXeZXRDFIA6bltL5uLdzoprHcUj61Cru9vsliI8O/s400/your+blog+is.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#663300;">Tada-from me to you!</span></strong></p><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Avada</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Bookpusher</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Lilu</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Shruti</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Rimz</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Shankar</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Sharazad</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>Michael</strong></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><a href="http://me-the-maverick.blogspot.com/">Guria</a></strong></span></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/myspace/text_generator.php" target="_blank"><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/c.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/o.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/n.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/g.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/r.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/a.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/t.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/u.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/l.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/a.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/t.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/i.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/o.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/n.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://text.glitter-graphics.net/sblue/s.gif" border="0" /><img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/empty.gif" width="20" border="0" /></a><br /><br />That was one big post,phew! Have fun palying with them on your sidebar heh!<br />Until next time...<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/310/A21088C52D1DC11C561FBB631BF2BDC1.png" /></a>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-16186266579592807962009-11-01T22:51:00.009+05:302009-11-08T10:29:30.316+05:30Random Realizations of a Ranting Rat:10 things I have found out<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIhLjs9xDE2S3_EfGLpFDAsMMN78D-lzaJDNm4_IaG-Zb9lfXx0QsDF3nJBA16UHnkkQ8rK0tYyAwb5DTzXDBBc8VVMKO56DqaFIKPE-ry9Xnw2Sw7YEZ1slIyjgbZjDv024BLLXZcPVz/s1600-h/New+Folder.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399194053002584658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIhLjs9xDE2S3_EfGLpFDAsMMN78D-lzaJDNm4_IaG-Zb9lfXx0QsDF3nJBA16UHnkkQ8rK0tYyAwb5DTzXDBBc8VVMKO56DqaFIKPE-ry9Xnw2Sw7YEZ1slIyjgbZjDv024BLLXZcPVz/s400/New+Folder.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><br />Sometimes I wonder why we live-that’s a pretty darn stupid question right there,eh? We live for a variety of things-for living(um? You ask-yea I have no answer to this-when we are dropped down-we got nothing else to do- unless someone runs you over.Ouch.),for eating-God knows how I love these people,for changing the world,for being good friends to people who need the,for being good friends to complete pr*icks who don’t deserve them,we live for others,we live for us-we live to wear the clothes we would die for,we live to learn and un-learn.Phew.<br />I have been ranting there,eh?Sorry. But hey,I just couldn’t start of with a list of things I have learnt-so NOT interesting.You must be wondering why I’m making this such a big deal-Its just that I have come to realize that I tend to learn a LOT of things everyday-from my dad,from a five year old-from a bird and even from me(*gasp*oh,I’m such a wise-ass) entirely mundane things,important things,things about the cheetah-things about me just about anything and Voila-I thought this would make good blog foo so I’ve decided to make this a regular thing on my blog-or as often as I learn ten things I’d like to share .<br /><br />Are you with me till here?I love you,I shit you not.<br />So yea the list..</p><ul><li><strong>I have found out that I follow an INSANE amount of blogs.REALLY.Not my fault there are so many people who write such good stuff.*sniff*</strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">That I’m super lazy about passing out awards so lovingly given to me by my blog buddies.I have been horrible I know.Here’s a cookie-will you forgive me?</span></strong></li><br /><li><strong>The Maoist menace is getting out of hand in WB.I don’t want us to become another Afganistan.And speaking of Afganistan-I’m absolutely in love with the place after reading The Kite runner and I would love to visit it sometime-Though I might bring myself back in a box.eek.</strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I’m addicted to coke-the kind you drink,not the kind you snort.</span></strong></li><br /><li><strong>Farmville is ACTUALLY fun.My eggplants are almost grown.Yaay.Iwill probably have enough coins to expand my farm today!</strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">My Samsung Star ACTUALLY touches me back.So does my bf’s Corby.Whats with these touchscreen phones?</span></strong></li><br /><li><strong>How war can cripple a nation and how the common people suffered because of it.’62-72(when India was at war with China and then Pakistan/Bangladesh) my father witnessed it first hand.Rice,wheat,sugar were only available at fair price shops.Because of the shortage of food,farmers were allowed to sell the grains only to the government,at a reduced price.Those who were found trying to sell it in the open market were shot at sight by the police.Shocking.Nerve wracking stuff,eh?Families were issued ration cards which had a quota of food grains allotted to them as per the number of family members.These were obtained weekly and bread coupons were given which,again allotted as per the number of members, and bread could only be bought by showing those.Sometimes I mourn an i-Pod touch,a better graphics card but I failed to realize how these things stop mattering when you have to worry about trying to make it through the day.Today my gen can buy whatever they want over the counter.And people say India has not come a long way.Sure we do have a long way to go,but it isn’t so that we haven’t even started.</strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">I don’t like Stephen King anymore.He is very talkative.</span></strong></li><br /><li><strong>I need to start making notes and stop scrounging for information the night before the examination.This is just a realization.I don’t know how far I’d be able to work towards achieving it. :D</strong></li><br /><li><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">I have LOTS of new books waiting to be read.YAAAAAAY.</span></strong> </li></ul><p>Images: The book <a title="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisadanilko/193713247/" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lisadanilko/193713247/" target="_top">www.flickr.com/photos/lisadanilko/193713247/</a></p><p>The coke can <a id="irl" title="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justinnn/2546675800/" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/justinnn/2546675800/" target="_top">www.flickr.com/photos/justinnn/2546675800/</a></p><p>and yahoo images. </p><p>Oh..and I can't wait for this....</p><p><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><a><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/310/A21088C52D1DC11C561FBB631BF2BDC1.png" /></a></p><br /><script type='text/javascript'><br />aR_BgColor="";aR_FgColor="";aR_url=location.href;<br />aR_title=document.title;aR_StarType ='0';<br />document.write('<div id="aR_star_info" style="height:60px;"></div>');<br />document.write('<scr'+'ipt type="text/JavaScript" src="http://addratings.com/aR_BootStrap.js"></scr'+'ipt>');<br /></script>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-86699255904908619592009-10-30T22:00:00.010+05:302009-10-30T22:48:15.817+05:30Whats in my mailbox?Actually nothing.It was delivered to me in person.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398431927915735730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlBd4823GLoyfXmnJjPdpH0_KQrKOkdA0b53HeMWQ47q1Nzj_3R81-hfEvmK0chsS0fiXGadO7de1xszlo-9lvnWu4uEJvOm_PwjwAqVOjONJJGXOJrTL6g9nG4DG5AK1GTx32IcfaYev/s400/IMG_0365.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div>I am participating in a bookevent where <a href="http://www,afewminuteswithmichael.com/">Michael</a> has sent out a copy of <strong>Around the World in 80 days</strong> to link all bloggers and which would get back to him at the end of 80 days.I think its a unique concept and would make a wonderful keepsake for his son :) It first went to <a href="http://kyusireader.blogspot.com/">Peter</a> in Philippines,then to <a href="http://thegenteelarsenal.blogspot.com/">Sharon</a> in Australia who passed it to me.I have never had anything delivered to me in my entire life.Nobody wrote me letters.I'm a '90s child. And this time I got a BOOK and a lovely postcard and two cool bookmarks from Sharon.Thats neat for your first mail,eh?</div><div><strong>This is so cool</strong> I'm orgasmic!Actually no.But I'm really happy,REALLY.<strong><em>Thank you for choosing me Sharon and thank you for the post card and the bookmarks!!</em></strong></div><br /><div>Here are some pictures I took of the book,the postcard from Sharon and me with the book.They aren't the best you have seen-I could really use some tutorials on taking pictures.Sigh.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398435198393108306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipcDCpaRsYgsuXUqB989_s1y0IkJtJeBm__jPqGYlViioQq1ZLHHJi0Lkcsdp29RkvrPqhvvpffC-wHkYG-dksHim_g6OiEzhipVDZnogN7peh4LvuqlIdRlVLFhNQGGG2pgxahTi9RKs/s400/IMG_0346.JPG" border="0" />Couldnt wait to change out of my pajamas to take the pic</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398435759753868658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0XlmnvfcTbOwiItC-_Xs-x1OTwkHPPXCor72QxVucBKgFupTB-VydrjA47G8zKmVKj9V655_7pMqi6i1vWGbtAozOiDBP9DQL6peRGEkFu3z6Ue4SxV_sJW6QtpHcRnuKj1Lr_eLAEf0/s400/IMG_0369.JPG" border="0" />The book and the bookmarks<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398436813133996722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBX5y9BGWcy49YA22vIb3Rd4tkfW3vOTsikdU54w9IcF-rG5U_nqkLCmwB2y1d7uUL_H8r9bmdIukxTJkMDpBqLupekR0riolX5dV7QA3hRZ5-20gGHZtFj6wHi6NN3X5qgpLKIF7PeQFP/s400/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>The Postcard and the bookmarks.<br /><br />The book reached me on 25.10.o9.Sorry I took so long to post -my week was something like this</div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Dg rosseti</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">Beowulf</span> <strong>Tennyson</strong> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Hudibras </span></strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">MacFlecknoe Vitorian Poetry</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">Native Resourses Goblin Market Donne <span style="font-size:85%;">Good morrow</span> Sonnets Verse Satire Restoration <span style="font-size:100%;">Cromwell</span>...</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">er.... I had exams.I had a terrible time juggling all of it.I hope your week was better than mine.</span></div><div></div>This book is travelling to Vivienne in UK.Sometimes I wish I was this book.</div><div>Have a great weekend,and those of you who celebrate Halloween-start a brush-a-thon,you'll need it after all the candy!<br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/310/A21088C52D1DC11C561FBB631BF2BDC1.png" /></a></div></div>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-13955500535310647142009-10-15T22:21:00.014+05:302009-10-17T09:56:23.554+05:30Being tagged is fun!<a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/">Avk</a> tagged me for this ages ago...sorry I took so long girl!<br /><div><div><strong>the Brand Tag</strong>-in which I list all the brands I regularly use.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392871735184801522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 26px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6F0tnxJRamw5RJ9WNADREawwDeE0XHK9Em1XIsRhX7IfLD4IjAZbgk3QNrRGJU6oo9D_ZoYJyEp-r42FEGltWb9lByrPrzd9ZSgGSy_HZIrm-qxRIa5NsdtVJEk1aEKAlpAVQLh9QuLQc/s400/j.jpg" border="0" />All my skin care products are from this brand,I'm a johnson girl still!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392872146925372290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKTlxWdp6EWBRLmoqMA9d7OWvHMoubU41kFboY20-dd_Ct8oRG82L69v-xbkvkTvIksVdwloBSC0XMV9lCkK_kjh3kOt1QbgQZ3rxstBUy82X143hp3Ai7KQpLKr4RhcBFOotS0nJARhY/s400/3613176502_9333bbffa7.jpg" border="0" />My current favourite shoes!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392872479898079042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj54m7BStnPLmOT7GWdpbnZj-giRXwNy2ml3_Wx2FbPT3crGZiVXqg4iCLYjrPmpc5M0pzY63PdyADrRKnnQPCTc5UYLtGPdx7gbMLsDi4YtTzpcBykSrN6ThuvMzNhhT4PpCUVcI-PngON/s400/66e62346c14faf6a.jpg" border="0" /> My brand of cameras! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876875325615394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTGKqICF-PNuZKsVWRRu_7mcV3zq7NzvOLTHg2p3ne3P2QJwjf9QHXGC9yE0xBDkvBItHRwMe9BvKSt8k1B-N-pPt9N97RGS_04ON0AU-MQZiYTHPF2SeDDVTC25J7vJVscazU2Ki5fgLW/s400/pan.bmp" border="0" />I mostly shop here!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392872788175174338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 62px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLRHoogLHg7bTqBrY_LVTSZr7N_wbSKPSzFF1GEh-Vg4mLsnxCWaCWNgqFFFe5awYpX5c4eIdZZmnF066SCydj5Aqk4p3pAeOF26aCEkjFZeCYjfU-igtpU2f0hVWm_Pfd5epSZuP8d5kq/s400/nokia-company-logo_28.jpg" border="0" /> My brand of cellphones!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392873679764008498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2k2nZk5pQ5rhC6vkr5fU3fzkMFsHv20kH_6JM9fp8Aw0sSd5bqAIoiR5hmKzG6DOZ7UV-yzHxv6zcVnp4OqF4567nN7TFZXXWMnCf30fGAycnlcVLGChWySrVu3zpxyHl3QcnJVEeeqVm/s400/1f63c41806164292.jpg" border="0" />My brand of chips!I have been a Lays fan forever.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392874134100614146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 71px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnGY6SZ2Fh7MWRideYBLpqZF-oRBCdjh1L98s4RevKeDHYgo8-CIKBRlwqZD8keThB92v-KxfVZDLRNt978n9pm2DNcBWX1zirEnFreqmjpeQTYEI-_cWgzAkNpd1YoSRq10ovzBiR7fq/s400/eb1b0bb0a9ea617c.jpg" border="0" />My brand of icecream<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392876103600533586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5gArtubDMO34h8M_tVL_B6nLazlStg2HpxBhyq8Qozze3O4qxLlWDLN2CYISCaY1jl2zi0noNGx-GEnoEvO6cKxuCGAzmz56RS69HwFZ1hTM38vUlDJ0p2FteeW_OerTTbZsdjFIAv5ZN/s400/muffin.jpg" border="0" /> <strong>Kookie jar</strong>:The best confectioners in Kolkata-My birthdays are never complete without a chocolate cake from there.4 pounds.Deliciously soft.And chocolatey.Yum!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392875203917534722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsL-WscUxxWBGZcG68o6xqoEqE1SM8HkuQyOmQb2vzXiMKKZTpUdx2i-Xp7jKm4Y9aSqgfI38ECsnoHppKW-dYQsc8JfMiRkccVUfcs44GdiPffZCS9rQR4ngqZv5SU0DX022lCoxdauzP/s400/2853445444_98da9659d6.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>My blogging platform-I love you in so many ways-mostly for letting me dress up my blog in whatever way I want.No limitations there! </div><div></div><div>I tag:Whoever wants to do it! </div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#ffcc00;">The Festival of Lights is upon us .Light a thousand lamps.Have a happy Diwali every one!</span></div><div><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/310/A21088C52D1DC11C561FBB631BF2BDC1.png" /></a></div>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-73822275980861351142009-10-10T11:19:00.008+05:302009-10-10T11:45:19.689+05:30Around the world in 80 days<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390844724737413986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs5ZUUAwYcrc_lYRRa_yF1JgpG7XZ47e_hNLnZ6CO6HR-RRlXdXmN8NV_pXXjPTayJnrrVigKXHKlsW_6zUyR12KRJpP6izNvjNGNqnnpwc7KVrxEzgbMqSGMZaJ5c4l-Uf8qR6gRUYhgY/s400/botle.jpg" border="0" /> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35284435@N05/">Image by:Save the date for cupcakes on Flickr</a><br />You know back in the days when people used to write on scraps of paper,roll them up,put them in a bottle and listen for the plink as it hit the ocean surface?What were they thinking?Was that the beginning of blogging?To get your ideas across from coast to coast,albeit time consuming,but someday some stranger might come across your thoughts and know that you were ecstatic one summer afternoon. Today we have it easier-one click and your thoughts are up there to be read and,commented,criticised and agreed with.Cool?Oh,yes.<br /><br />I’m taking part in <a href="http://www.afewminuteswithmichael.com/2009/08/28/around-the-world-in-80-days/">Michael’s</a> book event in which he has sent out a copy of <span style="font-size:130%;">Around the world in 80 days</span>,which is traveling from blogger to blogger to return to him at the end of<strong> 80 days</strong>.Unique isn’t it?Click<a href="http://www.afewminuteswithmichael.com/2009/08/28/around-the-world-in-80-days/"> here</a> to read his post on it.<br /><br />It started off with <a href="http://kyusireader.blogspot.com/">Peter</a> in Phillippines who passed it on to <a href="http://thegenteelarsenal.blogspot.com/">Bookpusher(Sharon),</a>my <span style="font-size:130%;">wonderful </span>bloggy friend and patient reader who has an awesome book blog, in Australia and now she is passing it on to me.Thank you for choosing me Sharon,this is indeed exciting!And the best thing about you?You never forget to put a word or many about me and my and posts when you mention me,which means A LOT .I’m glad you enjoy my blog will try harder to keep you entertained.*HUGS*.Click <a href="http://thegenteelarsenal.blogspot.com/2009/10/around-world-in-eighty-days.html">here</a> to read her post and see the wonderful pictures she put up of herself with her daughter and their dog Lily near a sign with distances to all the famous cities in the world.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390845390544829762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijIbMJWEdrx3OB_9Hr6Bs81Cb1h4bcix984DoAnqpAQsZ-rPbQF8Jm1_shltwnPrJQhadhHE3wONJahxHt68CCyBOvsp8WJBSW7PkSZjzFNN5TlOeCOTt2yUjfmMaqj21OZ05qJbD4SPDK/s400/blog_buddies.jpg" border="0" />This is something I wish to pass on to Sharon-the blog buddies award given to me by <a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/">Avada Kedavra.</a>( or the <span style="font-size:130%;">amazing</span> Ashwini).You two have a lot more coming :)So do many of my other bloggy friends.I'm hosting an award ceremony soon,stay tuned,for the mo' I have these for you.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390846813208410866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq13Rj1VPWUQZ2x9W4V802fnqmfrpwquTS7udyKwpUThpG_HhDiGSC2QkRYltbZxSMDoTaijCs1febCLnHV8cynm9d_zvVZoWQzat5PSvEvxvLrYnsJB-wWa_HExgqLDnQbaK6Yshvrycr/s400/sundaes.jpg" border="0" /><br />To get back to what I was saying,this is the first time I’m taking part in anything of this sort,and I’m actually thrilled.The heights which science and technology can reach!The world is becoming just one big neighbourhood.Its amazing!<br />What do you think about this book event?Shouldn’t there be more of these going on?I thinks its absolutely awesome!<br />Oh and I need to pass this book on to another blogger,if you are interested please email me at <a href="mailto:mizznobody@gmail.com">mizznobody@gmail.com</a> .<br /><br />Have a great weekend!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/310/A21088C52D1DC11C561FBB631BF2BDC1.png" /></a>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-23198145803466102272009-10-07T13:25:00.007+05:302009-10-07T13:43:34.937+05:30Wordless Wednesday:Trip to Delhi and Nainital I<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx72znzMcsgB6YffG3FT-z-enxDYcGaAtYJc_SYxyorRTpfl8P7m89CSJKoahGzAMBrc_uumK4Lu0GPPGl26rLFeTgasc6f5cgmmOYHdsaL7DVb9dthMTFqViOzqEsCU8q1pYYk2EBNO_C/s1600-h/nainitaL+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389764598940812338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 403px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx72znzMcsgB6YffG3FT-z-enxDYcGaAtYJc_SYxyorRTpfl8P7m89CSJKoahGzAMBrc_uumK4Lu0GPPGl26rLFeTgasc6f5cgmmOYHdsaL7DVb9dthMTFqViOzqEsCU8q1pYYk2EBNO_C/s320/nainitaL+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmvmqt4w2cQVG6xtwPmJ7evWGsOVFE640bodZZVzFba1CLKYNBERdhl7HrOMIrGhr4ykPStV5f1fDsA0YzHDhxDlWZUomuHx9wilfedsi8u_t0uaMTAlqrnPYUoeKeY0_Q_m0XdBk6ideF/s1600-h/nainitaL+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389764023020420578" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk9FHRHtyHzEpWYiC4a6YJZGt-5IpsEMpACnvgU2C0x7dbCRLUxh545zEMWSFBAIDyqZwGS0V1rNjngiQqclB6nM_M_DHZJoUeYlRUvdueLpWOkaZOHGDplF6rFOj-a6IAcDPSigmfkTqT/s400/nainitaL+071.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389766726408648930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisjLZWCFq7lEvY-BruYdZfo7TCVyEA_AlOKgLcEhD2iS2psUc8w5dx_xxKh4bAIdKebDZ-MpkJOXBCqc1LCnlsn6PkDYAFVfKkbwHwwOFKCyoQ7QKfdT8o4TVMn83kJGnpEPaQIef9TSNV/s400/nainitaL+069.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389767891912010002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMdXSZsB7oM1N5r5x0DwIDSpWo8AtbXTpreoxTFkARqUhF0JDm_1MBoz0Mx0BitWCixhfPS-zDTXdMFCCmrrPKVRSjjvGhH2JNbD1lFXvaqlgys2xfPoJhmOpWEU_BoSHs5K7iNgql_Bz2/s400/nainitaL+082.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/310/A21088C52D1DC11C561FBB631BF2BDC1.png" /></a></div>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-55676864245038575602009-10-06T19:18:00.006+05:302009-11-08T10:30:31.287+05:30Tags and rambleWow,I have so much to say that I don't know where to start.Firstly,<a href="http://http//blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/">Blog-a-ton3 </a>ROCKED.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a title="An online marathon of Bloggers...where WE decide and WE write!" href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="I Blog-a-Tonic" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_jKvsNJTH4Sk/SmHNn6cb4GI/AAAAAAAAA2s/814o8hlkjSA/cooltext428949633.jpg" width="100%" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br />It was awesome that I could put my idea across to so many people and follow up on their thoughts too, and for me to take part in blog-a-ton,having a blog is essential and hence the whole idea of blogging is AWESOME.I'm surprised I never mentioned it,I enjoy this so much-writing it out,visitng other people and reading what they have to say and get to know not just what happens around the world but to get an idea about what the common man feels all about it-its actually very intellectually heightening,don't you think?<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Oh, and I wanted to thank EVERYONE who commented on my </strong></span><a href="http://http//ssg1990.blogspot.com/2009/10/indian-dream.html"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>last post</strong></span></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>,it was great to have you here.Please visit again :)</strong></span><br />Btw,blogging is not just about feeding your intellectual curiosity,its fun too.My good friend <a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/">AvK </a>tagged me for a few good stuff(three cool tags) and I'm taking two of them up.Not to mention she gave me a few splendid awards and completed her 100th post-she is on a roll!And I was so late in congratulating her,sorry girl :( Hop over to her blog for some good ol' blog juice :)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389487381371347794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvzchOuWWVhF5B66jya0bCfoENh0NaWmkGfHDZ5TcXN2IvhtmpticRejDPraqLnWIgxKMlKGbvaNf_w9pj2MMz8cIXW77fzZKtPWRjY8gS_z16C_EWeS8tYyM4lT6kq1dI73Po46AOSyDH/s320/loveblogaward%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389488502414120706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2okLhCxAjNQOc_YBgqyDIpj55Bprhh9Nbl6MVF4sJ1sYEAHgJNxAnZ031VTjwy0tsr00z9d0agBfmcnYCrWs-MAQ7CVJJlBhyy2BU0yLhK9qZIjRIsKKYDubRZXpXylz1agzB7PqilZFP/s320/avadasaward.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389487492127264690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTLCZSBpIA3NnHHOuYR-vYUXp2IZPKKcrEj-NOUywdaEAfAYOAhnu7ijDZSAvtf9GJ9wPrIXlvg2mlbJUYAXa-89ulqZTFZcR6PIObkJp2sz0UVJl-pyEGYrA4NDOCbPNqqVulQQzo6pBl/s320/blog_buddies.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />These were the awards she gave me.Isn't she the sweetest?Ah,I KNOW you wish she loved you as much she loves me :P...hehe j/k<br /><strong>Now for the tags...</strong></p><p>TAG #01 : Innocent… or Guilty?<br />RULE 1- You can only say Guilty or Innocent.<br />RULE 2- You are not allowed to explain anything unless someone messages you and asks!<br />RULE 3- Copy and paste this into your notes , delete my answers, type in your answers and tag to your friends to answer this.<br />Asked someone to marry you? Innocent<br />Ever kissed someone of the same sex? Innocent<br />Danced on a table in a bar? Innocent.<br />Ever told a lie? Guilty.<br />Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have back? Guilty.<br />Kissed a picture? Guilty.<br />Slept in until 5 PM? Guilty.<br />Fallen asleep at work/school? Innocent.<br />Held a snake? Innocent.<br />Been suspended from school? Innocent.<br />Worked at a fast food restaurant? Innocent.<br />Stolen from a store? Innocent.<br />Been fired from a job? Innocent.<br />Done something you regret? Guilty<br />Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Guilty.<br />Caught a snowflake on your tongue? Innocent.<br />Kissed in the rain? Guilty<br />Sat on a roof top? Guilty<br />Kissed someone you shouldn’t? Innocent.<br />Sang in the shower? Guilty.<br />Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? Innocent<br />Shaved your head? Innocent.<br />Had a boxing membership? Innocent.<br />Made a boyfriend cry? Innocent.<br />Been in a band? Innocent.<br />Shot a gun? Innocent.<br />Donated Blood? Innocent.<br />Eaten alligator meat? Innocent.<br />Eaten cheesecake? Guilty.<br />Still love someone you shouldn’t? Innocent</p><p>Have/had a tattoo? Innocent.<br />Liked someone, but will never tell who? Innocent.<br />Been too honest? Guilty.<br />Ruined a surprise? Innocent.<br />Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you couldn’t walk afterwards? Guilty.<br />Erased someone in your friends list? Guilty.<br />Dressed in a woman’s clothes (if you’re a guy) or man’s clothes (if you’re a girl)? Innocent.<br />Joined a pageant? Innocent.<br />Been told that you’re handsome or beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? Guilty.<br />Had communication with your ex? Innocent.<br />Got totally drunk on the night before exam? Innocent.<br />Got totally angry that you cried so hard? Guilty.<br /></p><p>Guilty for just 14/42 -mwahaha<br /></p><p>TAG #02 : How DUMB are you?The more [x]’ s the “dumber” you are.<br /><br />[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking</p><p>[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking</p><p>[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door</p><p>[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle</p><p>[x] You have thought of something funny while walking by yourself</p><p>[x] Laughed, then watched people give you weird looks</p><p>[ ] You have run into a tree/bush</p><p>[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow</p><p>[ ] You have tried to lick your elbow… a few times</p><p>[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little star have the same rhythm.[ x ] You just tried to sing them.<br />So far: 6</p><p>[ ] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.</p><p>[ ] You have choked on your own spit .</p><p>[ x] You have seen the Matrix and still don’t get it.</p><p>[ ] You’ve never seen the Matrix.</p><p>[ ] You type only with two fingers.</p><p>[] You have accidentally caught something on fire</p><p>[x] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.</p><p>[ ] You have caught yourself drooling</p><p>[ ] You have fallen asleep in class and fell outta your chair<br />So far: 8</p><p>[ ] Sometimes you just stop thinking</p><p>[x] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about</p><p>[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you</p><p>[ ] You are often told to use your “inside voice”.</p><p>[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math</p><p>[ ] You have eaten a bug</p><p>[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important</p><p>[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it</p><p>[x] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your han</p><p>[ ] You have ran around naked in your house.<br />So far: 14</p><p>[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t.</p><p>[ ] You break a lot of things</p><p>.[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you.</p><p>[ ] You tilt your head when you’re confused</p><p>[x] You have fallen out of your chair before</p><p>[x] When you’re lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling or wal</p><p>[ ] The word “ummmmm” is used many times a day.<br />TOTAL: 16</p><p>Even I am (16/37)*100 = 43.1% DUMB !Oh-la-la(in a bad way)</p><p>I would like to tag:</p><p>Anyone who is up for it :)</p><p>Thats all folks!<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/310/A21088C52D1DC11C561FBB631BF2BDC1.png" /></a> </p>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-90681485702262001042009-10-03T14:27:00.007+05:302009-10-04T09:44:27.095+05:30The Indian Dream<blockquote><p align="justify">This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 3; the third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>.</p></blockquote><p><br />This is my first participation in a Blog-a-ton and the topic is head-scratching-chin stroking-nonstop-pacing-with-no-luck diffcult.However I came up with a way I could suitably express myself and thus you have three very short stories explaining my dream-the dream of an Indian.<br /><br /><strong>The Return<br /></strong><br />Arun remembered the day he was orphaned,and how much he had contributed to it.It all came back to him with startling clarity,enveloping him in a blanket of remorse as he choked back a sob.How arrogant he had been,how over the years he had forgotten to genuflect at the altar of love so selflessly given by two souls who asked for nothing but for him to love them back.<br /></p><p>The Old Age home was in shambles and there he stood in front of the building where he himself had driven the half dead corpses of his parents-up those very stairs at the very place where they now stood-a ruin of the former people they used to be-but you wouldnot say so you looked at their eyes.His mother in a cotton saree-straining to see him while his father wore a leathery smile which warmed his heart like no other.<br />Even at this distance,when no words were spoken all anger,bitter words were washed away by the rain which suddenly started pouring in icy blankets.Arun looked up to see the angry clouds,the darkening sky,but instead he focused on three specks that were moving across the horizon.The evening birds were returning home.<br /><strong>***************************************************<br />A,B,C,D</strong><br />Bhola got up early that day and came out of his mud hut.Monsoon was approaching and the straw that formed their roof was decaying.<br />He sniffed the morning air.It was a little damp,but everything felt special-the sun more brighter,the trees greener.It was after all a special day.<br />Bhola was a marginal farmer in the Minapore district of WestBengal.He had no sons,but twin daughters who just turned four.<br />He could hear his wife stirring inside their hut and smiled.His stomach growled with hunger.He and his wife had had nothing to eat last night,the handful of rice that was left-he had insisted be fed to their daughters.The rains were late this year,the unhusked rice in the granary dwindling.He did not have more than a few rupees on him,had no idea when he would be able to replace his daughters’ tattered frock,but he was happy that day.That day,was after all very special.It was the day his daughters would go to school for the first time.<br /><br /><em>In many parts of India a daughter is still considered to be a burden,especially in rural areas where a daughter means one more mouth to feed but no extra hands on the field.Many are killed in the womb while others who make it into the world are subjected to a life of misery.This is one social evil I wish to see vanished and banished without any traces that it existed.</em><br />*********************************************************<br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">This is home</span></strong><br /><br />The reflection that stared back at Harish was not flattering.At 28 his hair was thinning,his paunch showing through his shirt.But his less than appealing appearance was made up by his brain-which was its weight in gold.Sometimes he wondered why The Big Guy singled him out to be brainy but never worth a second glance.Couldn’t he be moderately handsome,still brainy and yet an IITian with a dream job in California?<br />Speaking of California,he turned to look at his ticket which lay on top of his suitcase.He walked towards it,picked it up and cradled it,cooed to it.It was not just a plane ticket,it was his ticket to his golden future-a life of luxury in the Land of Opportunites.<br />His bags were packed and his mind was made up.He looked at the glossy ticket again,and then tore it up.<br />“This is home”,he called out to noone in particular.His father was pruning his plants,his mother was probably busy in the kitchen. “This is home”,he called out again,and sauntered out the door to rejoin his job in the city.<br /><br /><blockquote><p align="justify"><span><span>The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked <a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/2009/09/rules-and-reminder-for-blog-ton-3.html#comments"><b>here</b></a>. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following <a href="http://blog-a-ton.blogspot.com/"><b>Blog-a-Ton</b></a>.</span></span></p></blockquote><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/310/A21088C52D1DC11C561FBB631BF2BDC1.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-38771173228587756532009-09-19T09:45:00.008+05:302009-09-19T10:38:26.168+05:30Gather ye Rose budsRemember the time when I went into hiding?I'd thought that everyone would have forgotten me already,but lo! One fine day I decide to resurface,I found two lovely awards waiting for me and that made me feel so special and motivated me to continue blogging once more,however busy coping up with college and studies I maybe.Thank you!Your love and support means a lot to me my darling bloggy friends!<br /><br /><div><div>And now to pass on the awards..<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383028616238782962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDsgtSaz5zdwvt2chHSkuDQDhhBDezv5Fru18vXDfljBo4z5PPcCXkpUWeZ1Y6dg1_WVpQaAaSZvP6lZ471BiTNRGwlcM1FzDG24PZX4FKhcoX7rqhiW4HDonlFzpjsmeygRJ0zYp__rE/s320/Beautiful-Blogger-Award1.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>This award was given to me by <a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/">Avada Kedavra</a>, who writes a mean blog and became one of my first bloggy friends.Thank you SO MUCH!</p><p>I want to give out this award to...</p><p>Bookpusher @ <a href="http://thegenteelarsenal.blogspot.com/">The Genteel Arsenal</a>:Another dear bloggy friend who has an awesome book blog.</p><p>Sharazad @<a href="http://dangerouspages.blogspot.com/">The Dangerous Pages Review</a>:Appreciating her efforts for leading a campaign of sorts against banning books.The power of the pen,after all,knows no equal.</p><p>Lilu@ <a href="http://livitluvit.com/">Live it,Love it</a>:One word.HILARIOUS.</p><p>The next award was given to me by Bookpusher-The Heartfelt Award :)</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383028454295136706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJBlaVVKPi_gEWJJbCRgeHPQMZpCSlY76jLlEAUBi4UI7w8rUT2L4EhebrBQBl0UUXrdyVuldjOEaMHXHMNesURQhfgEqPDd8cGrb0oI_iOliXmR5nNQcyaTo7PkrWN1RodtBZOVUS9Wi/s320/Tea-Cup-Mouse.jpg" border="0" /></p><p></p><p>Do you reach for a cup of cocoa or tea when you’re relaxing, seeking comfort, sharing a plate of cookies with family & friends?You know that feeling you get when you drink a yummy cup of cocoa, tea ~ or a hot toddy?</p><p>That is what the Heartfelt award is all about feeling warm inside!</p><p>The Rules:1) Put the logo on your blog/post.2) Nominate up to 9 blogs which make you feel comfy or warm inside.3) Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.4) Let them know that they have been nominated by commenting on their blog.5) Remember to link to the person from whom you received your award.</p><p>I wish to pass out this award to</p><p>Little Miss Blogger @<a href="http://littlemsblogger.blogspot.com/">A Little blog about nothing:</a>This is her birthday week,and this a little something for her from me.Happy birthday,LMB!</p><p>Avada Kedavra @ <a href="http://evanescentthoughts,wordpress.com/">Stung by the Splendor of a Crazy thought</a>:ME LURVES YA!</p><p>Andy @<a href="http://reminising-d-bygone.blogspot.com/">Reflections</a>:Love ya!</p><p>Sonja @<a href="http://humourbytes.blogspot.com/">Humour Bytes</a></p><p>I hope I made a few people smile today:).Now let me hear your acceptance speech!</p><p>OH and btw,I'm not done yet.I found this AWESOME,totally cool meme at <a href="http://truecrimebookreviews.blogspot.com/">Yvette's </a>book blog and I have been meaning to do it for a while and since I have nothing much to do but munch on crackers and sip fanta from a can,I think I just might indulge myself.Consider yourself tagged if you want to do it!</p><p>Using only books you have read this year (2009), cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a book title. </p><p>Describe Yourself: Mistress of the Game</p><p>How do you feel:(like) Chasing Harry Winston</p><p>Describe where you currently live: Labyrinth</p><p>If you could go anywhere, where would you go: (to)The Godfather,LOL</p><p>Your favorite form of transport: Papillon(the butterfly)</p><p>Your best friend is: The Kiterunner</p><p>What's the weather like: Breaking Dawn(inappropriate,but,er..)</p><p>Favourite time of day: Twilight (!!!!)</p><p>What is life to you: Heroes of the Holocaust</p><p>Your fear: Thorn Birds (Crazy,Iknow lol,buts the only thing that almost goes)</p><p>What is the best advice you have to give: (always) Love in the time of cholera :D</p><p>Thought for the Day: The Devil Wears Prada (so why can't I?!)</p><p>How I would like to die: (of) Desperation (How sad!)</p><p>My soul's present condition: Dreamcatcher</p><p>wow,that was harder than I thought.But its cool,yes?</p><p>Happy Weekend!</p>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-91656332280556284512009-09-17T08:28:00.003+05:302009-09-17T09:18:19.534+05:30TMI Thursday:Pet Woes<a href="http://livitluvit.com/">Lilu </a>right there has an AMAZING blog,and I swear,if you read her and you aint pissing your pants from laughter,there's something wrong with you.REALLY.So yes,I thought I'd embarass myself today...its not exactly a novel concept in my life,but I haven't done so,so far here on my blog.No,REALLY.I don't mind. <span style="font-size:78%;">Actually I do...I have a limited readership and I'm so jeopardising it.</span>But teehee I so wanted to take part in her TMI Thursdays.Whoopdida. <div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.livitluvit.com/category/tmi-thursday" target="_blank"><img alt="TMI Thursday" src="http://i556.photobucket.com/albums/ss5/Livitluvit/tmithursday.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Visit her to read ALL the TMITs</div><br /><br /><br /><div>**************************************************************</div><br /><br /><div>There was a time I wanted to have a fur ball of my very own,you know,the kind thats not just stuffed and actually breathes,and cuddles and pees on your neighbour's doorstep?Um yes so I did,you did too and your parents were probably nice enough to get you one,clean up his poop and not grumble.But no.I got a fish tank,the occupants of which died within two weeks and that was the end of it all.Or so they thought,until last year April when dad brought home this<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 404px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/photos/OAAAABrtYFQXBUuyejCyG0W7h9fSIhuqmGisswa4q8oN9RpUj9Mis2XZfjoXkLcKBAa8Ero1FFOcc2wozIXwhz9-b50Am1T1UDFqyT-1-bOVve_YiPmIEQCux2oB.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Cute?Yes,I thought so too.Infact I still do,though in one year he transformed me from daddy's little girl to a certified poop scooper.But I love the little bugger.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382272005185008722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxUgCJ6f78-moTHqNWbfBTxxPKHKMCG4KV4xaEJ6Ei3JmFJZBCbPo5zGfyc4q094Ur6Yr6vE3SSefK-8Zc98xqkPVHhVZHByu2II7bjQe4M40p6I0bB1WuQR86poaUk8Jz4o590Q-GFFcd/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>How can you NOT love this face?</p><p>But lately,our little boy has had a little problem.Though he is just one and a half,he is on a sexin' over drive and thinks its okay to have a little hump-di-do when no one's watching.Actually he doesn't care if anyone is watching or not.What can I say?He's a dog!And since I do all the take-caring,poop cleaning,cuddling,he has been climbing up my leg a little too often.</p><p>The other day while I was sleeping I had this strange dream that I was in a ship that was about to be ship wrecked.The ship rocked and rolled horriblly,and I did too.And then I woke up with pungent doggy breath in my face.Gypsy wagged his furry rear like a mini windmill and licked my face-chin to forehead,rolled over and lay sprawled on my bed.It was a hot afternoon,I stretched and lazily my hand landed slap on my thigh and came in contact with something wet.Sticky.Bogeylike.Ugh.</p><p>If you are eating,I'd request you to keep it away for a moment.Or I guess the damage is already done.</p><p>And are you wondering what my furball did to me?I was shell shocked,and TOTALLY grossed out.You would too,if you found out that you were jizzed on by your dog.</p>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-75049657941574094672009-09-10T09:33:00.004+05:302009-09-10T09:56:38.319+05:30Indecisiveness,rain and back again<div><br /><br /><div><em>I have had a major change mind,yes,AGAIN.I know you wish to hang me upside down and pretend that I'm a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pinata,but really I assure you,this was the final swing.I solemnly swear that though mostly I'm upto no good,I'll be loyal to this blog of mine.A new blog DIDNOT work wonders,and I felt incredible pangs of guilt for abandoning her(yes she is my girl).Mama missed you,Mama may pave hell with you,dress and undress you as frequently as possible,publish her nincompoopery though you,but,always remember Mama loves you *sniff*.</span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"></span><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">So yes,once and for all,the Final Verdict is:Miss Nobody is to strictly restrict her shoutouts,thoughts and litery nothings within thepages/posts of this,and THIS blog only or she will....um....she will...er...<span style="font-size:78%;">be farted at</span>.So there.</span><br /></em><br />****************************************************************<br /><br /><br />Its been raining <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">continuously</span> the past three days,don't get me wrong I love it when it rains...you would too,if you lived where its summer for more than nine months or just for th<a href="http://www.eontarionow.com/images/Rain.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://www.eontarionow.com/images/Rain.jpg" border="0" /></a>e sheer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">raininess</span> of it *<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">heh</span>*.I always love a good pour,and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thats</span> what happens here in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kolkata</span>,East India...we even have a saying "It never rains,but pours in India(well the parts where it rains anyway)". This rain might ease the drought situation that was to arise,and would largely makeup for its failure to arrive at the expected time.I bet the farmers are doing their bit of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Jingalala</span>, and so are we since the rising price of food (grains as well as vegetables) was not a matter of celebration at all.<br />But enough is enough already!I love to sit back at home with a good book and a steaming cup of coffee(black) watching the rain lash at the windows and later at the twilight of their intensity watching them slow to a drizzle and fall in light crystal sheets.But,I don't have the scope to take off <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">whenever</span> I want since college started and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">do not</span> appreciate the slush and being pressed against wet smelly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">strangers</span> in crowded buses as a daily commuter.Boo.Plus yesterday I didn't feel like being a part of <strong>Alexander Selkirk's</strong> solitude,and did what all smart girls do when the gloom's curling black tendrils get to them..<br />..I went shopping,<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">yaay</span>! <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/sWqQi1fYF47fow0MLRivhapgQDZL6kA5hjeeUMlnjWRK817eYF7yonut2OcNmQ5TfzYuv5xq6*8z1DYYWj7AeueGOdG1kONT/shopping1.jpg" border="0" /><br />And now two <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">flipflops</span> richer and waiting for a new haircut,I'm feeling considerably happier.<br />Besides,<a href="http://genteelarsenal.blogspot.com/">Bookpusher </a>and <a href="http://evanescentthoughts.wordpress.com/">Avada Kedavra</a> have been really good bloggy friends.I was given two awards while I was in hibernation.I'll be passing them out shortly :)<br /><br />Omg,the week is draaaaaaaaging.Argh.<br />Hows yours so far?</div></div>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-36747726258842734162009-06-24T18:02:00.005+05:302009-06-28T17:06:45.730+05:30Grounded,thanks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJ9DshntQBAquuY3SZKZCVEEWAi0sBeJn0pbZss6gH94GCy4o4yNyLVR9VX37v15uO-UzG1goATLsD7Y2dg-5FLYy5iV3V5p7r5c9qPsyAagIXaiQQULwMsyXpchpDg_IlngPJCA11CDc/s1600-h/train.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350884547713987410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJ9DshntQBAquuY3SZKZCVEEWAi0sBeJn0pbZss6gH94GCy4o4yNyLVR9VX37v15uO-UzG1goATLsD7Y2dg-5FLYy5iV3V5p7r5c9qPsyAagIXaiQQULwMsyXpchpDg_IlngPJCA11CDc/s320/train.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>When we were little,my brother and I,we went to long vacations once a year,not alone ,together with our families[my brother is actually my cousin,and his father is my father's brother].The best part about those was the journey,which more often than not used to be a train journey.We never went out of the country,there are so many lovely places in India that we were yet to tour, we chose to remain within the boundaries and since the distance wasn't that much we travelled by train.<br />I don't remember my first vacation,I was a toddler of 6 months that time when we went to Rishikesh.But I remember preparing MUCH for the journey than the actual vacation when I could differentiate betweeen the call of nature,hunger,irritation...to be precise when I was older than six months.I had a red backpack which used to be stuffed with candies ,packets of lays and goodies which were passed between ourselves(my brother and I) at night when the grownups had drifted off.At this age,we were too impatient to sit still and ran about the train,occasionally stopping to talk to friendly strangers.Later the backpack(still red) had more of books,a walkman,spare batteries than candies and it was great fun reading in the pleasant hum and movement of the train.In a train more time was spent on catching up with all the hum hos of how life was treating whom,taking an occasional smoke when the train stopped at a station,chatting over chai,observing the changing landscape as we entered into a different state.It reminded me of many Ruskin Bond stories and I often weaved a web of imagination with the train being my only connection with Hogwarts,far away from the craziness of life and homework(Hogwarts also has homework and its own craziness pah,but of a kind I wouldn't mind being a part of)</div><br /><div>In 2007 I boarded an airplane for the first time,I was SO excited but everthing changed at take off.I didn't appreciate the sudden speed at which it began to move,the feeling of my heart trying to jump out when the plane was finally air borne.The interior made me claustrophobic,my ears were blocked and however much I tried to gulp air,it stayed that way.I couldn't MOVE,the loo was a pigeon hole,okay larger,but still small.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Moral of the story?I never want to board a flight,EVER.I'll sail,if I have to.Thanks,but fly?The bird kind of flying,yes SURe,but the people flying?Never.<br /></div><br /><div>What is your favourite way to travel?</div>Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6127060162413963594.post-91336636403652546462009-06-21T02:29:00.003+05:302009-11-08T10:30:31.288+05:30Mistaken beliefI had lots of ridiculous ideas as a kid,most of them mistaken beliefs and somehow I never went for clarification as the clarifications came to me themselves,and I was happy that way.But SOMETIMES,I made a fool of myself,it didn't seem so bad then,but now urgh *cringe*.<br /><br />Stupidity stunt #1 When I was 5 without all the good details of marriage,I declared that I wanted to marry my brother.This appalled our neighbour,my grandma sushed me,my dad cracked up.I was puzzled,I was only told that you don't marry your brother.Why ever not?I didn't dare ask.Pah.What good is half a knowledge,eh?<br /><br />Stupidity stunt #2 :Age 5-8,I believed et al was just a misspelt version of, ate all..<br /><br />Stupidity stunt #3:I had a lot of confusion regarding where on earth we lived,like yes,really WHERE,inside,outside-and I didn't believe when I was told that we were hanging.I always thought that we lived INSIDE,that you had to make one big hole to take a long drive to space.I think Newton,Copernicus,ate all just died again.<br /><br />Stupidity stunt #4: I never had any questions regarding where babies came from.However,I was smart enough not to let the world know that I didn't know at a family dinner.I was never curious,I just saw it as natural as you eat you shit-you get married and you get a baby.I was strong believer of the Eat-then-Shit theory,I never knew there could the alternative -the Vending Machine Theory.<br />So thats it,now you know-I'm the unchallenged queen of stupid.Anyone care to give me company?Miss_Nobodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09453887483995999202noreply@blogger.com7