<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544</id><updated>2011-10-02T13:52:48.633+05:30</updated><category term='avani'/><category term='kid'/><category term='valentine 2010'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='first valentinen&apos;s day'/><category term='cute'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>I gotta tell you something!</title><subtitle type='html'>Here is something i want to share and know how others react over it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-793283298392496492</id><published>2010-09-25T15:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-06T18:01:34.704+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='avani'/><title type='text'>Avani -my daughter</title><content type='html'>Wrapped up in fine white cloth, he kept her parallel to my body and said "She is our daughter".the moment I saw her, hearted melted through my eyesmaking them wet out of happiness. Happiness touched the cheeks and rolled down to the pillow.whole ambiencce got little sentimental as my mom cried, making gunjan's eyes wet too. I touched and hugged her. it was so precious to feel her beside my body. Her small eyes stared at me and I looked at her. I picked her upto my chest and kissed on her forehead saying "thanking my little angle for coming into my life". the happiness was beyond expression. Now, i know hoe exactly it feels to be a MOTHER. All the pain of injections went out of focus when she was there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were as pink as rose, tiny was your nose,&lt;br /&gt;black were your eyes, hair was soft silky and nice&lt;br /&gt;cute little hands and small were you&lt;br /&gt;oh! my little angel world welcome you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-793283298392496492?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/793283298392496492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=793283298392496492&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/793283298392496492'/><link rel='self' 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special valentine,&lt;br /&gt;first after marriage with my beloved&lt;br /&gt;it was so special they way he showed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entering home from the entrance&lt;br /&gt;just at the first glance,&lt;br /&gt;silently, he managed to share&lt;br /&gt;the most beautiful bunch, of "yellow flower" :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-883289670251437165?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/883289670251437165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=883289670251437165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/883289670251437165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/883289670251437165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-valentine_14.html' title='my valentine'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-1777394868468072559</id><published>2010-02-12T14:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:23:15.725+05:30</updated><title type='text'>still in womb</title><content type='html'>she cuddles and imagines me,&lt;br /&gt;while pampering her big tummy&lt;br /&gt;lying upside down, I try to streach &lt;br /&gt;my head and toe,little more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could listen to her voice,&lt;br /&gt;but just cant react to any noise&lt;br /&gt;my heart is beating loud&lt;br /&gt;and dad loves to feel that sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could sense the sunshine out&lt;br /&gt;I kick hard,&lt;br /&gt;when i want my presence felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body and brain are now perfectly  fine,&lt;br /&gt;just the skin needs,&lt;br /&gt;to be given little more shine&lt;br /&gt;two months more, m still to grow&lt;br /&gt;little more chubby in my mumma's womb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-1777394868468072559?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/1777394868468072559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=1777394868468072559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/1777394868468072559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/1777394868468072559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2010/02/still-in-womb.html' title='still in womb'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-3472312891755699901</id><published>2010-02-01T20:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:52:15.484+05:30</updated><title type='text'>YST</title><content type='html'>A lady with beautiful hands&lt;br /&gt;has scribbled a dream over sand,&lt;br /&gt;not sure which path is correct to be followed&lt;br /&gt;but very much sure how the things has to be called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soar high is the motive,&lt;br /&gt;something of her own is the priority&lt;br /&gt;excited to reach, patient to know&lt;br /&gt;sky is the extent.. &lt;br /&gt;...till there she wants to grow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-3472312891755699901?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/3472312891755699901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=3472312891755699901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/3472312891755699901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/3472312891755699901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2010/02/yst.html' title='YST'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-9213872663334838706</id><published>2010-01-23T02:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:50:29.952+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I cant explain!</title><content type='html'>wrapped in bundle of muscles, and soft skin&lt;br /&gt;its growing inch by inch under my fin&lt;br /&gt;whether he or she,I dont know what to name&lt;br /&gt;but many stories mind has started to frame&lt;br /&gt;lovely is the feeling, strange is the pain&lt;br /&gt;"what's being mother?", just 'words' cant explain !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-9213872663334838706?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-3049830109157794419</id><published>2009-05-06T17:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:54:11.622+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whisper of the silence</title><content type='html'>soozing air flickered&lt;br /&gt;raising the skies above&lt;br /&gt;above the sight of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;a single part of the soil&lt;br /&gt;mingled to make them "watery"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-3049830109157794419?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/3049830109157794419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=3049830109157794419&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/3049830109157794419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/3049830109157794419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2009/05/whisper-of-silence.html' title='Whisper of the silence'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-8056943600941131006</id><published>2009-01-23T20:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:56:07.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>"painting ideas on canvas, sharing views through poems, &lt;font class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embroidery&lt;/font&gt; on cloth with different threads, sometimes short tempered, very talkative, quite ambitious, like to dream high, love to read about different people... in short m a girl with a broad smile who is passionate to live life with a difference"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her answer to a friend's question, the same person has pointed out the change and wants to know how this definition has changed in the span of last two years.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, last 24 months were short enough to realize what all happened and made her a totally different person.Now, the same girl is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not left with the time for the canvas, things are beyond expressing through poems,threading the dreams into colourful life, filled with patience to think and understand the things before reaction, like to share life, love to live for him... in short m not a girl, not yet a woman but with the same smile to make my dreamworld a REALITY"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-8056943600941131006?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/8056943600941131006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=8056943600941131006&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/8056943600941131006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/8056943600941131006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-1758732378110661240</id><published>2009-01-12T18:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:59:18.335+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wish you all a very happy new year 2009</title><content type='html'>Year 2008 was filled with many lessons and heart-thrilling memories for India, whether it was&lt;br /&gt;terrorism or economical crisis leading to unemployment. Threat of life, job and what not. but we wish this new year to be better..happier and above all peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes&lt;br /&gt;Erato Team&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-1758732378110661240?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/1758732378110661240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=1758732378110661240&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/1758732378110661240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/1758732378110661240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2009/01/wish-you-all-very-happy-new-year.html' title='Wish you all a very happy new year 2009'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-790364750616438488</id><published>2008-08-02T13:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T13:51:20.422+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/SJQXwAUPIjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZHFCh4uJpg0/s1600-h/thankyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229831180770026034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/SJQXwAUPIjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZHFCh4uJpg0/s320/thankyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very usual evening, when he called me up and made it special which i will cherish for lifetime. From last few days we have started sharing long calls which is diminishing the gap between us, whether of age or geographical boundaries.He is concerned about my future, life and above all the promise, which i made last month. He is happy with my decision of attaining a new tag to my qualifications. He is among those people, who means a lot by saying less. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he called me up and said, " I will be the happiest person in this world, if you fulfill your promise". I just cannot forget the way he said.I could feel his eyes shining with proud, as he feels i deserve it, in this life. Still the echo of his voice is there in my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yet to be part of his family, but he already has made me a part of his life and happiness.He is an amazing person and the best father-in-law. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise i'll do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou papaji.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-790364750616438488?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/790364750616438488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=790364750616438488&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/790364750616438488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/790364750616438488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/SJQXwAUPIjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZHFCh4uJpg0/s72-c/thankyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-7853127069403275548</id><published>2008-06-20T18:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:05:50.732+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid'/><title type='text'>Weekly malamal :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/SFuvG-nOooI/AAAAAAAAALY/Z2B0KQQLxPE/s1600-h/Weekly-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213953528033092226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/SFuvG-nOooI/AAAAAAAAALY/Z2B0KQQLxPE/s320/Weekly-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Handling the tray carrying tea along with snack, she sat down next to centre tableand offered tea to a couple sitting on sofa, from where the painting of ganesha was attracting the attention of ten months old, ishu. Dressed in yellow t-shirt with blue jeans, that toddler comforting himself in mother's lap stared at her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chubby cheeks, fair skin, curly hair which were covering his forehead and were causing irritation in his ear. Removing hair from the ear, he gave smile to her, bending towardsthe legs. She was standing behind the wall. Hiding his face in lap and then gaving a look to her, made her to play hide and seek. He was gigling out loud. She moved towards him and offered her arms, and that naughty kid quickly jumped on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She observed him staring at painting with curiosty, so she took him near that. Pointing finger towards it, she diverted his attention towards lord ganesha. Dont know, either the colors or theshape of lord ganesha made his eyes stuck on that. He was observing it with curiosity. He looked at her then pointed his small finger towards painting, rose his eyebrow and squeezed his nose and uttered loudly, "hoooo.......chuha".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-7853127069403275548?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/7853127069403275548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=7853127069403275548&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/7853127069403275548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/7853127069403275548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2008/06/weekly-malamal.html' title='Weekly malamal :)'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/SFuvG-nOooI/AAAAAAAAALY/Z2B0KQQLxPE/s72-c/Weekly-blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-2660993790059771037</id><published>2008-05-25T23:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-26T00:04:33.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/SDmrx9M9BEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/F9BZ8-YW7cg/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204379719134151746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/SDmrx9M9BEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/F9BZ8-YW7cg/s320/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26th may 2008, Wishing a very special birthday to a gemini, who is very true to his zodiac sign, is a perfect combination of oldies and 21st century. An adorable son, a responsible brother,an extremely caring friend, a naughty student who grew as most valuable employee. Known for his dressing sense and patience, this most wanted bachelor got committed and turned as most romantic lover. A perfect blend of human qualities, with whom anybody would like to share a bond for lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you a very happy birthday.May god bless you with lots of happiness and success in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-2660993790059771037?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/2660993790059771037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=2660993790059771037&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/2660993790059771037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/2660993790059771037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday.....'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/SDmrx9M9BEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/F9BZ8-YW7cg/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-6386552468610521968</id><published>2008-05-15T22:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:28:29.497+05:30</updated><title type='text'>expressionz</title><content type='html'>Two more hours in hand, after that they both have to leave for their respective destinations. This meeting was just by chance and next is just uncertain but not very soon they both knew. Both wanted to live just "fullest" in these two hours.Comforting in a coffee shop, with mocha it was heart melting out on that chilly evening. Both were feeling mum and something very srange which they couldn't express by using any of five senses. It was getting late and the "moment' was coming closer. Soon they left towards her accomodation. Making her felt "cared &amp;amp; loved", he was caputuring every glance of her in his heart. She went up;  to keep her bag in room, quickly combed hair and left for quick walk with him. Just for an excuse to be together, they chose to have tea once again at near by stall. Sipping out moment on that evening was hard on both mind and soul. Finally the last call of time, she stood in front of her room and called for a cab. He asked the driver if he can drop him to station,he kept his bag on seat and bent towards her, touching her waist he kissed on forhead and said "I love you Sweetheart". She saw him for all last glance till taxi took turn adding to crowd out there, silently she expressed "i'll miss you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-6386552468610521968?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/6386552468610521968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=6386552468610521968&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/6386552468610521968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/6386552468610521968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2008/05/expressionz.html' title='expressionz'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-7634196111590248142</id><published>2008-04-09T14:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:11:19.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/R_yYk9M2SzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ik29AQrFkuc/s1600-h/beggar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187188631495134002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/R_yYk9M2SzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ik29AQrFkuc/s320/beggar2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like everyday, it was my routine visit to nearby Temple. Being Tuesday, dedicated day to god Hanuman, it was a huge rush there and beggars were also adding to it. Sometimes this situation get on your nerves too, but you have no other option they give them something and all possible way to come out safely.&lt;br /&gt;I went in, did my pooja and came out. As I am scared of these beggars, i managed to made an escape from that crowd. "Ah! thank god" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was unlocking my two-wheeler, when a small girl near about 4 or 5ish wrapped into pink-white..dirty frock, which was torn from every other inch....blowing nose, uncombed hair, dark ..naked feet..ran towards me. She stood very close to me and sucked her thumb. May be she wanted to utter something, but she kept staring at me with blank face. Avoiding her presence, I took my helmet, wore it and started my bike, I just took a small U-turn to move ahead when she whispered in low voice "de de didi, bhagwan teri sunder jodi banayega" (please give me something, god will bless you with a good match)...her voice crumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what made me to stop, i took packet of &lt;em&gt;prasad &lt;/em&gt;and gave her. Her voice was so soft and convincing that I couldn't move an inch ahead, without agreeing to what she was asking for. She shyly took that packet and ran back to that crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder, what was the fault of that small kiddo, which made her to sit outside temple and beg for her stomach. Her hands were too small to "beg", the one who needs a school, a protected environment, where she can also get cherrished and loved. We are into the era of Nike, adidas, tomy.., where even a cheap local brand could help her to cover body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hug her and kiss on her chubby cheeks, and wanted to say "darling, you are beautiful". She was as normal as other kids, except for having "financially sound" parents.&lt;br /&gt;But i couldn't do anything and drove back to my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-7634196111590248142?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/7634196111590248142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=7634196111590248142&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/7634196111590248142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/7634196111590248142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2008/04/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/R_yYk9M2SzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Ik29AQrFkuc/s72-c/beggar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-4825065720245230942</id><published>2008-04-03T00:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:15:47.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It takes heart...</title><content type='html'>1. To offer lift to 45-inches waist woman on your two-wheeler&lt;br /&gt;2. To say "exactly" to boss..when you know she is 110% wrong.&lt;br /&gt;3. To relocate before validity of prepaid phone card expires.&lt;br /&gt;4. To visit dentist...in the midst of marriage shopping.&lt;br /&gt;5. To say "nice voice" when his voice was worse than a torn-bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;6. To say yes for an urgent meeting, when you planning to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;....isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-4825065720245230942?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/4825065720245230942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=4825065720245230942&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/4825065720245230942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/4825065720245230942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-takes-heart.html' title='It takes heart...'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-4513861253917784199</id><published>2008-03-23T19:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:53:49.901+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Time for new turn..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many times i have been told that, rather than change nothing is permanent. Well, its very true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It must be happening with everyone...and Yes with me too. Everything, has a time frame, whether they are seasons or sessions. My life has a time frame of three months. Since last four years, I have noticed that something very strange, new..rather surprising happens after every three months. Life takes either U, L or T turn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;U turn..when life become exactly, what it was before few months. Life moved so fast that, after coming back at the same point, I wonder as if it was reality. How your life can bring you again at the same..exactly same point from where you started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;L turn..when life gave me no option, rather then following the "only" path i had. It was turn because, every thing was new, very unexpected but had to follow it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then sometime, it put me on T turn...It was the time when I had some options, to follow the path I want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These days, I am on the edge fof U turn, and two and half months have passed, when life has not shown me any new surprise...few days to go. Lets see if history repeats again and if my observation was correct..this time i will be offered T turn. Let see....I am ready god for your new surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-4513861253917784199?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/4513861253917784199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=4513861253917784199&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/4513861253917784199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/4513861253917784199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-for-new-turn.html' title='Time for new turn..'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-4525490678833709327</id><published>2007-12-16T09:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:06:22.822+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Jeevy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/R2Sdaa6sakI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7fRT9lYUfPs/s1600-h/BFF-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144409751591610946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/R2Sdaa6sakI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7fRT9lYUfPs/s320/BFF-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friends are assets of ones life..i agree!!!! Yes they are. Yesterday, one of my sweetest friend called me up from Bangalore and talked for near about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;We recalled about the time spent together. We shared, laughed and teased each other a lot. He always teases me by saying that m the most boring person, who never have the time for songs, movies any kind of entertainment.He always have series of questions about being involved into work for 24 x 7 (its his biggest myth). He says my life is all waste. Oh! he loves to tease me over anything he could.&lt;br /&gt;He make his own fictious stories about future life, and laugh over his own "funny" stories. He always make me laugh and laugh..and never get teased, no matter how innovative my idea is...grrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;He himself is very boring, who does not go out for movie,one who is not extovert moreover, he does not like 'Girl Friends'..huh..and he checks to call me "Boring".&lt;br /&gt;We talked all nuisense, nothing meaningful..he teased me all the way, but in the end he said "it was lovely talking to you, as always!" ...i loved his dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;He is cute, innocent and true and loviest of all my friends.Thanks for calling....dear.&lt;br /&gt;He met with an accident and broke his leg..hey Jeevy ..get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;By the way..how is your college? ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-4525490678833709327?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/4525490678833709327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=4525490678833709327&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/4525490678833709327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/4525490678833709327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-jeevy.html' title='Thanks Jeevy....'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/R2Sdaa6sakI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7fRT9lYUfPs/s72-c/BFF-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-276409101296603855</id><published>2007-12-12T09:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:52:55.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/R19hgLZOYUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TjzAmjmuFxE/s1600-h/engagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142936504922693954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/R19hgLZOYUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TjzAmjmuFxE/s320/engagement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys this fiction is somebody's reality..so keeping the desired privacy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After too many hitches and more like Karan Johar's filmy story..this couple got engaged on 17th october. All were too happy that day. That was more like dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May god bless this couple!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-276409101296603855?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/276409101296603855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=276409101296603855&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/276409101296603855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/276409101296603855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/12/hey-guys-this-fiction-is-somebodys.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/R19hgLZOYUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/TjzAmjmuFxE/s72-c/engagement.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-6254802198875362768</id><published>2007-09-22T12:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:04:44.139+05:30</updated><title type='text'>They were supposed to meet in the evening...</title><content type='html'>She took bath and chose a nice aqua color with fine embroidery kameez with yellow choodidar to wear for this meeting.she put some kajal with light pink lip gloss, her nails were in proper shape with fine nail paint, along with matching sandles she chose to wear pair of matching bangles. She half tied her medium length hair. She was really looking pretty that day. A complete Indian girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got a book for him as present, and signed it mentioning the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a look at herself in mirror and said.."i hope he finds my looks fine". She was really conscious about her looks that day.She picked her hand bag, checked if she has taken all the necessary things and locked her appartment and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His few friends came to his place that day, to give him moral support. He was nervous and wanted that she should reject him as for "matrimonial purpose", at any cost he does not want to get marrie&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/RvTFORiV9nI/AAAAAAAAAGk/enJbanbjR-g/s1600-h/PICT0022+petite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/RvTFORiV9nI/AAAAAAAAAGk/enJbanbjR-g/s320/PICT0022+petite.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112928325988644466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d so soon. His friends were teasing him "get the packet of cigarrettes, she will surely say no to you then" and such bright ideas were coimng up. They all were trying to create funny situation, though he was laughing at their jokes but he was too nervous to meet her. One of his friends, suggested him to get a flower for her, but he found that idea very funny. He chose his most expensive shirt to wear that day. He dressed himself in his best way and left to with all the good wishes of friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-6254802198875362768?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/6254802198875362768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=6254802198875362768&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/6254802198875362768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/6254802198875362768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/they-were-supposed-to-meet-in-evening.html' title='They were supposed to meet in the evening...'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/RvTFORiV9nI/AAAAAAAAAGk/enJbanbjR-g/s72-c/PICT0022+petite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-5847028414917856295</id><published>2007-09-21T12:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:50:18.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Should they meet?</title><content type='html'>She was tired and tensed. She got call from her mother and she suggested her to meet him and see if she  likes him. "I dont want to meet anybody, i have to make my career first" this is what she kept telling herself every moment.&lt;br /&gt;She settled herself i bed along with her lappy and started checking mails. In between, "Ting..1 message received" she read and laughed at herself. It was a promotional message, and she was sure that it was his message.She continued with her work. But unconsciously she was thinking about him. "Let me ask, how was the movie" and she sent a message. and a quick reply came "awesome, i enjoyed it. It was quite hilarious." and it turn out to be a 2 hour long sms chat. They both were enjoying that conversation. Last few messages were like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she- good, you enjoyed your evening. Well begun is half done. you must be having a rocking weekend!&lt;br /&gt;he- well, even i hope so..but if you can take out some time for me then it will be icing on cake.&lt;br /&gt;She blushed and said "Oh! i think even his parents are forcing him to meet!"&lt;br /&gt;and she replied- ok, done!&lt;br /&gt;They fixed up the meeting in the nearby mall. Coincidently, he shifted his accomodation in a nearby area just few days ago. They reside in adjacent colonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: both were tensed of "marriage" and little excited to meet too.&lt;br /&gt;They both were in same state of mind of not getting married for at least next 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-5847028414917856295?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/5847028414917856295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=5847028414917856295&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/5847028414917856295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/5847028414917856295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/should-they-meet.html' title='Should they meet?'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-513901904616812639</id><published>2007-09-19T15:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-21T07:58:36.454+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally he get to know!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/RvMrcxiV9lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KOewTL4X62c/s1600-h/movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112477775329359442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/RvMrcxiV9lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KOewTL4X62c/s320/movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mail?? What she could have written in a mail..." suprisingly he said to himself. Still 20 minutes left..he couldn't wait for the movie to get over then to check it. He located a Cybe Cafe nearby and went in to check mail. It was just a forwarded friendship mail, but in the end there were few links in signature area.&lt;br /&gt;He clicked on them..first one opened as a blog of poems..he looked at them..wondering if she has written herself.."Is she a poet", surprisingly he said..he further looked at her profile...."quite impressive" he said. There is on more link, it turn out to be paintings..."Beautiful....what a multi talented girl is she" ...He read the blog further, got to see her pic.&lt;br /&gt;'A broad Smiling face in red sari'..."gorgeous lady" he exclaimed.Let me save her pic..he took out his pen drive and saved it."Mind blowing beauty with multi talent, she is a poet, a painter, does embroidery, she dreams high and got an amazing voice, how this is possible that she is so good"...he was explaining to himself. He closed the windows and came out of cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Some chemical reaction, started occuring in his mind. His friends came and they all went to watch the movie. But he was not able to concentrate...something was wrong with him, even though he was in hall, but mentally he was still in thoughts of that "smile". He was eager to talk to her, but he cannot. He was waiting for the interval.He went out and looked for some silent corner and called her. Her cell rang but she did not reply."comeon pick it up yaar!" He was getting too excited to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;"hello" she replied."Sorry i just came from meeting" she explained."no problem" He said and asked at what time she would be going back to her place. "In half an hour" was her answer.The call was ended with bit of general talk. He wanted to tell her that how beuatiful is she but he couldn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-513901904616812639?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/513901904616812639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=513901904616812639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/513901904616812639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/513901904616812639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/finally-he-get-to-know.html' title='Finally he get to know!!'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/RvMrcxiV9lI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KOewTL4X62c/s72-c/movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-2204363023030938232</id><published>2007-09-19T14:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:28:45.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>But he did not check it!</title><content type='html'>Being friday(end of week), office was supposed to be little hectic. So, he left for the office little early. He checked her message but did not reply.In office, he was busy in work so did not get the time to check personal e-mails too. That evening he planned to go for a movie with his friends. So, he completed his work and moved. At 5.30 in the evening he left the office, while moving towards parking he took out his cell and murmured "she did not message me for whole day", wore his helmet and kicked the bike. He reached PVR and purchased the tickets. Now, he has to wait for everybody to come and its still half an hour left for the movie to start .Now what to do? how to spend time?..he thought to call her.He took out his mobile and dialed her number without giving a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is busy in debugging her project, suddendly cell phone vibrated, she got scared..."oh! why cant people let me work", she got little irritated"...she looked at the name G calling..."why this guy is so excited to talk to me" a typical girlish attitude, though she was happy to see his call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:"hi! How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He :"Hi..I am fine..I hope I have not disturbed you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: "No No..i was just doing the debugging part, Where are you..in office?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:"No..I have come for movie with friends, waiting for them..so thought to call you in between".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:"Movie..wow! good start of weekend, Lucky guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: "Hmm..I generally go out for movie on weekends, I like watching movie...would you like to join us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She :"Oh Thanks,but I have a meeting in office, i wont be able to join you, by the way did you see my mail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:"Mail?..which mail...Oh i was little packed up in office today..so did not get the time to check it...will do one i reach back..is there is anything special in that mail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She: "No,No...just like that!ok...if u dont mind can we talk little later...i got some important work to finish before moving back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:"Ya sure,Have a nice day..bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She:"You too enjoy your movie..bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Both are blushing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-2204363023030938232?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/2204363023030938232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=2204363023030938232&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/2204363023030938232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/2204363023030938232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/but-he-did-not-check-it.html' title='But he did not check it!'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-7083493803557701826</id><published>2007-09-19T13:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T14:07:16.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First e-mail</title><content type='html'>fine morning..."This place really have a romantic weather" She expressed. She had a cup of tea in the balcony of her apartment enjoying her own company. It was time to get ready for the day, she went inside and picked her cell to see the time, again ' 1 message recieved', "Good Morning", that really brought a broad smile on her face. She replied and started getting ready. She is all done, but its still half an hour for the cab to come and pick her. Let me mail him today. She took her laptop, connected and opened her mailbox and composed  a normal mail, but deliberately she did not remove signature links of the mail, which has information about her and her hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;She closed her laptop and went to office.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-7083493803557701826?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/7083493803557701826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=7083493803557701826&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/7083493803557701826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/7083493803557701826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-e-mail.html' title='First e-mail'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-3681005994874238459</id><published>2007-09-19T13:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:52:48.948+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will he stop thinking?</title><content type='html'>"Oh she also seems to be a nocturnal creature like me, she was all awake to have a message chat." He started analysing her. "She must be good looking, the way she talks is really appreciable...a good sensible girl!" he was still into her thoughts. "But whatever, I am not going to get married for next 3 years, whatever family says. Oh! man go to sleep now....you have to go to office tomorrow!"...finally he went to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-3681005994874238459?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/3681005994874238459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=3681005994874238459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/3681005994874238459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/3681005994874238459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/will-he-stop-thinking.html' title='Will he stop thinking?'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-708731516296034709</id><published>2007-09-19T12:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:46:01.214+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Message!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/RvDZ4mQC1eI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uZx0kXlJf0c/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111825143429256674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/RvDZ4mQC1eI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uZx0kXlJf0c/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/RvDZwmQC1dI/AAAAAAAAAGE/C29jNhJiQoI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"grrr grrr" cell vibrated on her desk. She got curious "who messaged me at this time"??, giving rest to work she checked her cell...1 message recieved..."Hi! Whats Up?"..."oh ho he is remebering me"..she said blushingly. Till this time, it was more than enough a girl can digest...she got an urge to share it some of her friend. But she in office, so have to give priority to work. She continued, again the eyes are on the screen of computer and fingers on keyboard but brain could not come in the previous state. That message somewhere energised her to finish the work. She hurriedly completed it and thought to have a refreshing cup of tea. "One tea please" she asked the boy, she was happy and smiling....she took her cell and replied...."Nothing special, just completed my work for today...what about you? " she thought twice before pressing the send button. By this time her cup of tea is ready, she thought to move toward's her friend's desk..she asked her friend if she was busy in work, but luckily she was not. She sat with her, to tell the new development in her life. In between she got one more message "M having my dinner, what in your dinner tonight?" She was really happy..."finally i got someone in this new city, may be a new friend lets see!... " She did not reply anything as she have to leave office by that time and moved towards her desk, packed the bag..turn off her PC and moved out with collegue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She reached home, finished her dinner and settled herself in bed with white sheet with laptop in her lap..but still the mind was thinking about "him". "Let me message him now...leave it yaar! I should not show too much of interest in him..i have" she was in dilemma of not doing anything which could be categorized as "over-react". Again the cell rang "Good Night", she curiously opened the message..this time she replied quickly "Good Night, Sweet Dreams". Then the conversation started...exachanging the general talks of office and day. They kept messaging each other till 1 am. "Ok! let me sleep now..it was really great talking to you" She messaged him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He replied "ya, same here, Good night".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He seems to a nice guy...she murmured and went to sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-708731516296034709?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/708731516296034709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=708731516296034709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/708731516296034709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/708731516296034709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/message.html' title='Message!'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/RvDZ4mQC1eI/AAAAAAAAAGM/uZx0kXlJf0c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-1373463389056953645</id><published>2007-09-18T10:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-18T10:20:28.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In his case:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/Ru9YjKtb2AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f1qyVH8yZfc/s1600-h/sms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111401463282391042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/Ru9YjKtb2AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f1qyVH8yZfc/s320/sms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! She seems to be interested in me" he expressed after keeping the call. He was little troubled of what all was happening. Little tensed as he want to wait for at least 3 coming years, to settle down and then get married. But he was a BOY, how will he help himself to not to talk to her, who is "fida" on her voice by now. He liked the way she speaks and find sense in what ever she talks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued with his day and waited for the day to get over.After finishing lunch, he thought to ask her but "it wont look nice" he murmured, and left the idea .Completed his work and left for the day by 5.30 in the evening.After one hour drive he reached home. He has to look for a new accomodation, so evening was busy in fixing up the things.He got all free by 8.30...washed his hands and placed homself on sofa to watch some TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he thought "what she would be doing?..should I ask her..oh no..leave it..may be hmmm..leave it yaar! ", again the idea was dropped. "let me SMS her, lets see if she replies.." He pick his cell, "Sholud I or I should not", He is in dilemma of what to do..( *Poor Chap*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally "Hi! Whats Up?" was the daring message he could send  her...&lt;br /&gt;PS: He is eager to know her reaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-1373463389056953645?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/1373463389056953645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=1373463389056953645&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/1373463389056953645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/1373463389056953645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-his-case.html' title='In his case:'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/Ru9YjKtb2AI/AAAAAAAAAF8/f1qyVH8yZfc/s72-c/sms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-2251963602263472457</id><published>2007-09-17T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-17T13:35:28.691+05:30</updated><title type='text'>1st Thought</title><content type='html'>No conversation for next two days.Her mother was little excited to know the developments. She suggested her to make call to him. She was little hesistant to do that..but somehow she managed to make a call to him before going to office next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it was general talk regarding food and office timings. As he was in office, the call ended in a short span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is quite nice to talk to" She expressed and left for office.Till this time, her brain has started thinking about this guy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-2251963602263472457?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/2251963602263472457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=2251963602263472457&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/2251963602263472457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/2251963602263472457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/1st-thought.html' title='1st Thought'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-5823057829552285824</id><published>2007-09-17T12:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:33:18.568+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"First Call"</title><content type='html'>She waited for 2 days..no call from "his" side.He is son of her father's friend. she was happy for not getting the call. After a hectic week, on the weekend she was supposed to see her friend in nearby hospital. After spending a whole day in social meetings and general shopping, she came back to her apartment.&lt;br /&gt;She just entered in the room,kept the bags and suddenly her cell rang.&lt;br /&gt;G calling...[as his name was difficult, she saved the number just by the first letter of his name].&lt;br /&gt;She picked the call (little nervous) said "hello".&lt;br /&gt; In reply, he introduced himself as son of her dad's friend and explained that, he got a call from her dad telling that she is new in city and living all alone. They started discussing about the new city, its weather and people.He asked her if she is in any need, then let him know.He was offerring her a contact to rely on at the time of need.The conversation ended in near about 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! nice voice" She expressed. And started arranging her room.&lt;br /&gt;His Reaction:&lt;br /&gt;"she got a lovely voice, she should better work as Radio Jockey rather an IT Professional"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :He is tensed, as he is not interested in any marriage proposal at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;But what..have to obey parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-5823057829552285824?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/5823057829552285824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=5823057829552285824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/5823057829552285824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/5823057829552285824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-call.html' title='&quot;First Call&quot;'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-8537423448973454407</id><published>2007-09-17T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:02:14.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Starting....</title><content type='html'>That evening she got a call from her dad. He is again ready with a new proposal for her marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Not again! she said. This time she was asked to talk to him directly, as they both are working in the same city and in same field. He gave her "his" number and said, "he will call you, i would like you to talk to him and give it a thought"&lt;br /&gt;She had no other option,rather then saying"OK". And she went inside her office and continued her work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-8537423448973454407?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/8537423448973454407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=8537423448973454407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/8537423448973454407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/8537423448973454407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/starting.html' title='Starting....'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-3721021899245992712</id><published>2007-09-17T11:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:53:52.135+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let me Start !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/Ru4dRqtb1_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/uqxa1AxuKKs/s1600-h/queue.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111054816471930866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/Ru4dRqtb1_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/uqxa1AxuKKs/s320/queue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a story of S(she) and H(he)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strange but true,long but cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many will read, understood by few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cummon read it, your turn to join this queue....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-3721021899245992712?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/3721021899245992712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=3721021899245992712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/3721021899245992712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/3721021899245992712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-me-start.html' title='Let me Start !'/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/Ru4dRqtb1_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/uqxa1AxuKKs/s72-c/queue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7552122514826919544.post-8624766457154485924</id><published>2007-09-17T11:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:34:51.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/Ru4Y8qtb1-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/XUaVqP7yk4A/s1600-h/1013StoryTeller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111050057648166882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/Ru4Y8qtb1-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/XUaVqP7yk4A/s320/1013StoryTeller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never written a story...i always just scribble something..which turn out to be a poem..but now i got something, m eager to write. This is real which seems to be reel..sometimes god also get inspired by "bollywood stories"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7552122514826919544-8624766457154485924?l=jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/feeds/8624766457154485924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7552122514826919544&amp;postID=8624766457154485924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/8624766457154485924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7552122514826919544/posts/default/8624766457154485924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotiyaadav.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-never-written-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyoti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01283427819021883007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JRIPkB9vZrk/Ru4Y8qtb1-I/AAAAAAAAAFU/XUaVqP7yk4A/s72-c/1013StoryTeller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
