<?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-11986678</id><updated>2012-01-30T12:58:08.752Z</updated><title type='text'>My Wild Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-925579108809586822</id><published>2011-04-03T22:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T22:44:03.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Indian Victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It was Funtastic :) Finally India won the world cup. One of the best moments :) captured in the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After match I waited all long for Poonam Pandey (Rakhi Sawant in making) . but She Never turned up or may be she was lodged in mental hospital ha ha ha.&amp;nbsp; May be Indian team had given strong warning if she turns up in stadium we will give the world cup to Srilanka team. BCCI &amp;amp; Mumbai cops might have worked hard to keep her away. Oops &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shahid Afridi did turnaround in pak media. May be pressurised to use harsh words. Anyways bacchhu take care &amp;amp; be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zardari joke came accross some blog. “We congratulate India on winning the semi-finals. As a good-will gesture, India can keep Pakistan’s prime minister. And if it wins the finals, we will give our president too.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, we are happy with our world cup we dont need anything more pakistan can have all our&amp;nbsp; corrupt politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-925579108809586822?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/925579108809586822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=925579108809586822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/925579108809586822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/925579108809586822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2011/04/great-indian-victory.html' title='Great Indian Victory'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-6839185593469660995</id><published>2011-03-31T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:18:31.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally blue did wonders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What a&amp;nbsp; fantastic victory just superb. Lots of thanks to Boys in green for thier bad fielding &amp;amp; dropping all the catches. Keep it up ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes apart Shahid Afridi took a cherry with his dignified post match speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The PM of both nation expressionless to core. Thats what is called deplomacy. Politicians are the best actors on earth. I just could not understand how one can hold emotions so brilliantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another PM is invited for final match. Why do we need to be so cruel. Inviting the head of state &amp;amp; humilating them with a defeat of thier boys. Oops I am getting over confident. Hmmm let me hold &amp;amp; hope for the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-6839185593469660995?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/6839185593469660995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=6839185593469660995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/6839185593469660995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/6839185593469660995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2011/03/finally-blue-did-wonders.html' title='Finally blue did wonders'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-2988120155706353652</id><published>2011-03-29T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:28:35.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cricket Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Oops I am all nervous. Night seems too longer n &lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"&gt;Terrorizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am just keeping my finger crossed. Hope I dont get heart attack.&amp;nbsp; As usual India Pak match gives shiver in my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish &amp;amp; dream&amp;nbsp;Dhoni &amp;amp; team win this semi final. I never remember Kapil Dev lifting world cup. Hope to see Dhoni lifting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing Octopus paul . I wish he was alive &amp;amp; made some good prediction regarding India.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-2988120155706353652?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/2988120155706353652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=2988120155706353652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/2988120155706353652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/2988120155706353652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2011/03/cricket-fever.html' title='Cricket Fever'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-9175870057212512489</id><published>2010-09-21T23:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:24:44.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's X X X</title><content type='html'>Life's full of X's Xperiment, Xperience, Xpectation, Xpenditure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some more spice Xercise, Xcellence, Xamination, Xcitement, Xcursion, XMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm at last Xhaustion, Xpiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops my blog dont get listed when someone google Porn ha ha I am amused that when people google for NV jokes my blog is listed in search.Its kewl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-9175870057212512489?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/9175870057212512489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=9175870057212512489&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/9175870057212512489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/9175870057212512489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2010/09/lifes-x-x-x.html' title='Life&apos;s X X X'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-3126485499814960062</id><published>2010-08-25T22:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:54:00.562+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Bizzare thoughts</title><content type='html'>This weekend I had been to Indian Culture Association. But Sad I could hardly meet any Indians there? As an Indian all were aliens to me. There were Tamilians, Andhraites, Gujju, bongs, punjabis, odisians, kannadigas, mallu's, Upities, biharis. I later donned the Kannadiga (Karnatakian) Tag I met many friends. And as mumbaite more and more friends. Later as a Telugu (as my hubby is andhraite) feeling was homely. Without knowing much of a telugu I got to have a great authenticated Andhra food. Yummy it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just wondering about my son. Where he stands? We either speak Kannada or Telugu or marati at home yet as main reason is I don’t want my son to carry the south Indian accent in his English or Hindi. I don’t mind him talking my Language in English accent when he grows up. Mockery at home is fine not at other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel I need to teach him some tradition else he will feel Panipuri, Samosa, burger, Pizza, Pasta are our traditional dishes :D. Before I teach him I need to take some crash course on my culture. I meant authenticated culture. Even my folks too don’t follow much. We live according to convenience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-3126485499814960062?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/3126485499814960062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=3126485499814960062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/3126485499814960062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/3126485499814960062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-bizzare-thoughts.html' title='Some Bizzare thoughts'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-733630451837710644</id><published>2010-08-22T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T23:39:04.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrrrrr.....................................</title><content type='html'>Now a days I am in a fix. I just cant understand some people. Grrrr..... When I call them the call goes in missed list &amp;amp; no courtesy to call back immediately &amp;amp; after week they call me &amp;amp; say "hey whats up. No news from ur side long time.Is everything Ok. Hmm bad no time for friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have mastered my diplomatic style I say "Yepp buddy just tied up with some stuffs, u were just behind my mind. Just about to call u &amp;amp; what a coincidence you called me with a girlie giggle"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inside my mind " Bloody hell, Dont I have a better job"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of friends in Orkut, facebook, yahoo messenger. But when I am in real in mess &amp;amp; need some friends or shoulder I just dont feel connected to these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers just dial a friend who is not in my facebook, orkut or gtalk. And sometimes I feel I am so mean I remember such friends only when I am in mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-733630451837710644?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/733630451837710644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=733630451837710644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/733630451837710644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/733630451837710644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2010/08/grrrrrrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrrrrrr.....................................'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-2529667324756559569</id><published>2010-05-29T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:13:37.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments to Hirdu's post booting-to-last-known-good Configuration</title><content type='html'>I dont know why comments are not getting reflected on&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://hirdu.blogspot.com/2010/05/booting-to-last-known-good.html"&gt;booting-to-last-known-good &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hirdu's blog? &lt;br /&gt;After typing so much i just dint wanted to put my comment in trash he he he. Hirdu please look into it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Comments&lt;br /&gt;Hey where are you applying Booting to Last known good configuration funda in life?... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. R u going back to your previous job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. R U going back to Bangalore from Pune Or Noida or Ghajiabad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.R u going back to ur previous girl friend (Bhabhiji in this case keep ready ur belan &amp;amp; Jaadu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. R u chosing to be student again(opting for higher studies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. R U going to be old hirdu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. R U going to write senti blogs &amp;amp; treat readers I mean ur blog Fan that's me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hirdu my eyes are screaming go to opthamalogist if u want to read Hirdu's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fonts are hurting my eyes. The Fonts are not going good with template. Please apply Last known good configuration to this too . :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-2529667324756559569?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://hirdu.blogspot.com/2010/05/booting-to-last-known-good.html' title='Comments to Hirdu&apos;s post booting-to-last-known-good Configuration'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/2529667324756559569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=2529667324756559569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/2529667324756559569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/2529667324756559569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2010/05/comments-to-hirdus-post-booting-to-last.html' title='Comments to Hirdu&apos;s post booting-to-last-known-good Configuration'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-5176827586281353997</id><published>2010-05-26T15:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T15:14:43.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai is getting hotter n hotter but still its cool to be in mumbai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S_0sLA4MCiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pPTPKoFOjqA/s1600/marine.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S_0sLA4MCiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pPTPKoFOjqA/s320/marine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mumbai is one place I love to be anytime, anyday on this globe. Before I had visited mumbai I dreamt it to be something else. May be singapore or bangkok or Paris. &amp;nbsp;When &amp;nbsp;I got&amp;nbsp;to see real mumbai it was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; First time I came to&amp;nbsp;mumbai by roadways. Early in the morning around 6 am&amp;nbsp;bus reached to &amp;nbsp;Chembur. Some of my relatives used to stay in Chembur (BAARC). So I knew from Chembur itself is called&amp;nbsp;mumbai. I wanted to experience the beauty of mumbai.. I just kept my eyes wide open to see&amp;nbsp;my dream place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To my horror I could see people mass shitting on the roadsides. Yuck Yuck. Is this real mumbai :O. It dint take me much time to get to know about slums and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then next my experience with train. Peak hr I got into western train in&amp;nbsp;luggauge compartment. When the destined stop&amp;nbsp;arrived&amp;nbsp;I to followed many of the man&amp;nbsp;alighted &amp;nbsp;from running train. Dudd fell down on the platform ha ha ha.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I got some ears from my bro. You need to apply Newtons law of motion. Run in same direction as the train till u balance urself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then onwards&amp;nbsp;I apply BNB's neutral law. Howmuch ever the crowd push you dont get down or let anyone get down from train untill the train is fully halted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then slowly I fell in love with the city. Mumbai is city of dreams. Its home to Poor , middle class &amp;amp; richest. Each can live thier life as per thier status &amp;amp; still enjoy life to fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mumbai is the place where I started my career, got Married, then became the mother. I bought my own home. Mumbai has made me complete, independent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a great experience to be in mumbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-5176827586281353997?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/5176827586281353997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=5176827586281353997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/5176827586281353997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/5176827586281353997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2010/05/mumbai-is-getting-hotter-n-hotter-but.html' title='Mumbai is getting hotter n hotter but still its cool to be in mumbai'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S_0sLA4MCiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pPTPKoFOjqA/s72-c/marine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-2042656959363129297</id><published>2010-05-23T22:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:41:54.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kites in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S_mg_XJ7TBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/icn0bg8qiFo/s1600/kite-flying2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S_mg_XJ7TBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/icn0bg8qiFo/s320/kite-flying2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with you tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kites in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soaring together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lovers forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forever is a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank god I am in mumbai not in bangalore. I watched Kites today &amp;amp; Raving about it with all my Bangy friends. Its one of the best bollywood movie I watched in recent past. I am planning to watch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The movie is a romantic and thrilling adventure but is different from regular Bollywood flicks This movie is not for usual Indian mass who likes to get pakaofied with lengthy movie, with all that shaadi, sangeet, godhbarai. My Sis in Law dint liked it. she felt its too short. Theater was almost empty. So Verdict is clear. Most of the Indian public dint liked it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hritik Roshan is Superb. Barbara mori &amp;amp; Hritik Chemistry is too good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-2042656959363129297?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/2042656959363129297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=2042656959363129297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/2042656959363129297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/2042656959363129297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2010/05/kites-in-sky.html' title='Kites in the sky'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S_mg_XJ7TBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/icn0bg8qiFo/s72-c/kite-flying2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-169878984723840265</id><published>2010-05-06T14:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T14:44:29.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatoos n more Tatoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S-LGC08lgpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/SAXnbRi6gXk/s1600/DSC03048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S-LGC08lgpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/SAXnbRi6gXk/s320/DSC03048.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am too crazy about tatoos. I wanted since I was in high school. Finally I inked 1 &amp; planning some more :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the one I inked in dec. This is dedicated to Kartthik who is close to my heart. That's why 'K' in a heart just above the heart :). Cute isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;You are in my heart just like a tatoo&lt;br /&gt;Just like a tatoo&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-169878984723840265?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/169878984723840265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=169878984723840265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/169878984723840265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/169878984723840265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-too-crazy-about-tatoos.html' title='Tatoos n more Tatoos'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S-LGC08lgpI/AAAAAAAAAE4/SAXnbRi6gXk/s72-c/DSC03048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-7341921778924420011</id><published>2010-05-04T11:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:21:13.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh La La</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_0jCoF7aI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XGV_WLHyeMk/s1600/rupa+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_0jCoF7aI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XGV_WLHyeMk/s320/rupa+up.jpg" tt="true" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super excited wow, just few more days &amp;amp; Mumbai u will have my company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All set, all planned. Friends, movie, hangouts, parlour, spa, restaurant, shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Kartthik have planned to dine in our favourite joint as we land in Mumbai. Cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for some good movie releases &amp;amp; popcorns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many plans , too many desires, too many wishes. Too many bitching with my girlie gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say sometimes Cool down cool down, Unplanned things excites more than the planned ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful summer .....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-7341921778924420011?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/7341921778924420011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=7341921778924420011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/7341921778924420011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/7341921778924420011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-la-la.html' title='Oh La La'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_0jCoF7aI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XGV_WLHyeMk/s72-c/rupa+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-4604999380984771677</id><published>2009-11-04T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:45:49.118Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SvIBtVyE1HI/AAAAAAAAADM/imB9mM7T6bk/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400380781623563378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SvIBtVyE1HI/AAAAAAAAADM/imB9mM7T6bk/s320/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu muskura jahan bhi hai tu muskura. Happy birthday to my bestest friend. I just hope &amp;amp; wish I could find you soon. Be happy wherever u r. I just want to wish u &amp; I am really missing you. I dont know where I can send my wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please please do some miracle. I just want to say sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-4604999380984771677?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/4604999380984771677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=4604999380984771677&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/4604999380984771677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/4604999380984771677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2009/11/tu-muskura-jahan-bhi-hai-tu-muskura.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SvIBtVyE1HI/AAAAAAAAADM/imB9mM7T6bk/s72-c/images1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-7878295469482267543</id><published>2009-09-20T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:55:04.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Gift Of Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SraxPY8GSCI/AAAAAAAAADE/F_HI_8yUDkQ/s1600-h/Our_Precious_Gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SraxPY8GSCI/AAAAAAAAADE/F_HI_8yUDkQ/s400/Our_Precious_Gift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383685282518681634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other day I was watching Saregama little champs with my hubby. The guest judge Asha Bosle was wearing beautiful diamond set. I told my hubby to present me a set of diamond (necklace, ear ring). Without second thought he said ok. Instant OK was bit surprising still I continued to glue to the show. He brought our son &amp;amp; told take your diamond set. Hmmm indeed this diamond is something very very precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gifting my hubby is very tedious task. He is not crazy about electronics gadgets. Every possible occasion I buy cell phone or ipod or DVD's whichever I like &amp;amp; wanting to possess :). Gift for 1 day &amp;amp; use it from very next day ha ha ha. This time I dint desire any stuff which I wanted to flaunt. So I dint go shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feel shopping for woman is tedious job. But I say for man it is tedious. For me it is very simple. Actually I make things easier by telling in advance what I want ha ha. Otherwise also its not a rocket science. Electronics gadgets, DVD's, Jewellery, Outfit, accessories, make up materials, movie, treat,  romantic song, shayaris, PJ's ,Flowers list is endless everything interests me. But for hubby darling promotion, power these things interests. So I dint go shopping. My house help was asking me what am I gifting for Master. I said something precious wait &amp;amp; watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his birthday I wished him &amp;amp; gifted our son to him. Obviously he liked the gift &amp;amp; treated us in some good restaurant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-7878295469482267543?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/7878295469482267543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=7878295469482267543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/7878295469482267543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/7878295469482267543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2009/09/precious-gift-of-life.html' title='Precious Gift Of Life.'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SraxPY8GSCI/AAAAAAAAADE/F_HI_8yUDkQ/s72-c/Our_Precious_Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-3453181994061815078</id><published>2009-08-25T22:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:22:09.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Moved My Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 dogs can teach you a lesson in professionalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling out of place at office when new employees get the boss' thumbs up, is but natural. FYI flips through Who Moved My Job, a book that explores how jobs and companies are changing and how you must too, by telling the story of three dogs who once lived on a farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Kobayashi-Hillary, author of Who Moved My Job, is a British writer focused on globalisation and corporate sourcing strategy. In this latest book, he tells the story of three dogs who live on a farm and are trained to herd sheep. Life is all fun and games till one day the farmer replaces them with younger dogs, and they are sent off to a dog home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SpRUSdWTxeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/We3kJcg_1NY/s1600-h/work25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374012931452421602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SpRUSdWTxeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/We3kJcg_1NY/s400/work25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the city, they feel like fish out of water, till an older and wiser dog teaches them the tricks of the trade adapting to the environment in the best way they can. The book talks about migration and what happens when you move to a new country for a job. Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do, says the author. FYI leafs through the title to bring you some excerpts that will get you ready to embrace change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seema Hingoranny, Corporate trainer&lt;br /&gt;Urban professionals have to understand that change is important. It's also vital to never let go of your self-confidence or to compare yourself with others. Instead, try and add to your own knowledge pool. Be aggressive and let your thoughts be known. Older professionals should steer clear of the temptation of emulating young ones. Use your experience to guide them. No knowledge is ever outdated. Otherwise, why would the wise say, "Learn from the past"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt 1: Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Collies were happy on the farm. Each day, they worked hard for their rewards, but they enjoyed the work. It was fun working with the farmer and being an integral part of the team that kept the farm running. They needed the shelter and food that the farmer offered, along with the continued work, but they knew that the farmer needed them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson to learn:&lt;/strong&gt; The Collies loved their job, but they were making one big mistake they began to believe they were indispensible. Love your job, but never get so comfortable that you stop updating your skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt 2: Chapter 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new dogs joined the Border Collies on Manor farm. Each morning, when the farmer whistled from the farmhouse, all six dogs would race to come to his side. "Something is wrong...," said Winston to the other two Collies. "Look, I have been observing them (the new dogs) over the last few weeks. Have you noticed that their behaviour has changed especially since they became more confident about the way the English sheep behave. They are always up and out of the barn before us. They go and wait outside the farmhouse, ready to come out and start work without calling. They keep on working the herd even after the farmer says it's time to finish and go home for the day. They don't even ask for how much food and bones the farmer usually leaves for us. In fact, I can't see that they do anything other than trying to please the farmer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson to learn:&lt;/strong&gt; Always remember that there will be constant competition. People will work harder and longer than you, and sometimes not expect anything in return. This is why skilled labour is often replaced with cheaper labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt 3: Chapter 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Humans can't see the farm and what it does because for them, a lamb is just something they buy at a shop. It's the same for you now. You can't see that the skills you learned on the farm may be valuable to some humans in the city. You need to look inside yourself...you need a new career, a new purpose. Isn't there some way of being able to get the food and shelter you need just by doing the thing you love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson to learn: &lt;/strong&gt;Know that your skills can be tweaked to fit an environment or a need. Always be ready to adapt. Never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt 4: Chapter 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winston said to the others: "You know when the farmer introduced the other dogs and we trained them, I couldn't understand that anything was changing. Then, it was too late and we were already at the dog's home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we started meeting new people, it seemed that there could be a life away from the farm and that it may even be fun. I started accepting that even the things you are scared of can sometimes be better than the things you know. Do you think life is always like that when something big changes the way you see the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson to learn:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't while away your time getting angry. If you find that things are changing, change with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note: This article is from Mid Day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-3453181994061815078?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/3453181994061815078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=3453181994061815078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/3453181994061815078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/3453181994061815078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2009/08/who-moved-my-job.html' title='Who Moved My Job'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SpRUSdWTxeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/We3kJcg_1NY/s72-c/work25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-5573406600940606983</id><published>2009-08-19T12:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:19:03.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One Fine Day If I wake Up As A MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SovpRB5j4kI/AAAAAAAAACc/zb34_q4C5Tk/s1600-h/20080211-two-hearts-as-one-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371643459346358850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SovpRB5j4kI/AAAAAAAAACc/zb34_q4C5Tk/s400/20080211-two-hearts-as-one-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since some days wild wild thoughts are cropping in my mind paradoxically. I am just imagining what if I get up one fine day &amp;amp; realise that I am turned into Man. Yepp, I love the idea. And what &amp;amp; all I like to do when I am a man. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;First thing take off my shirt &amp;amp; flaunt the bare chest &amp;amp; enjoy the freedom of being MAN. Wow what a freedom :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bike racing one of my fantasies on my dream HAYABUSA. Every lap one could see different pillion rider Obviously the Gal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flirt like there is no end&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SovrEYKv43I/AAAAAAAAACs/Jzjo6Rbw-ak/s1600-h/93.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371645441008984946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SovrEYKv43I/AAAAAAAAACs/Jzjo6Rbw-ak/s320/93.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maintain no fling no string affair. No room for emotional stuff. I am thee MAN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Till late night pubbing. Taste all the available alcohol in market.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play rock n roll in the bed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk on the cool shades of enchanting forest alone. No girlfriends here. I love my peace: D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk on the beaches alone in mid night. Is it safe to walk alone for a Man gays ka zamana hai ha ha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack my bags &amp;amp; go for unplanned picnic alone, I love solitude. But definitely come back with a babe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most important manly stuff ogling job. Ogle babes with my boys gang on Brigade road.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretend not to believe in God. But secretly Visit Temples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I am not flirting then gyming , workouts. Flaunt 8 abs, triceps, biceps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change Cars like girlfriend. I love my cars more than anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reproduce cricket team. All fun no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being Guy is so fun. No restriction, No moms Hitler policies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current song in my mind :&lt;/strong&gt;Dhan Te Dan Ta Da Da.&lt;br /&gt;                                          Aaja Aaja Dil Nichode, Raat Ki Mataki Tode&lt;br /&gt;                                          Koyi Good Luck Nikaale, Aaj Gullak Toh Phode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-5573406600940606983?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/5573406600940606983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=5573406600940606983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/5573406600940606983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/5573406600940606983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-fine-day-if-i-wake-up-as-man.html' title='One Fine Day If I wake Up As A MAN'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/SovpRB5j4kI/AAAAAAAAACc/zb34_q4C5Tk/s72-c/20080211-two-hearts-as-one-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-504778296277777536</id><published>2009-08-12T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:48:40.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Funniest comments I came across</title><content type='html'>1. The guy who had an unprotected love making session has posted in a forum to pray that the gal does not get preggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many suggested him to do baby shopping &amp;amp; stuff.But the funniest one which I liked is&lt;br /&gt;" Boy in both the case u r loser.If she is not preggy then dont rejoice, u need to worry more he he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ur gal is preggy u take her to doctor, If not u go to doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm lots of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pretty Old socialite may be in 60's showing off her cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mam u are fined 5 million $ for poisoning the society with ur expired goods. We know that ur milk factory is not renewed by MFA(Milk federation association). The licence is expired ha ha ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-504778296277777536?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/504778296277777536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=504778296277777536&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/504778296277777536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/504778296277777536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2009/08/funniest-comments-i-came-across.html' title='Funniest comments I came across'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-4510201455789239503</id><published>2009-08-06T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:26:42.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Promise</title><content type='html'>Hmm the girls here are so slim &amp;amp; trim .  Thier washboard tummy is real tempting. Hmm No No I am not lesbi ha ha ha. I am getting tempted to possess such body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this post is I take my gym work serious. Whenever I post something, I take that serious than the promise I make to self. By the time I go to India in December I need to be lighter by couple of Kgs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dietician says no carb after 6 p.m. Hmm I try my best till 8 p.m. At 9.00 pm I am tempted to eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;From 7th aug I strictly follow the rules. This is blog promise lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-4510201455789239503?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/4510201455789239503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/4510201455789239503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-promise.html' title='Blog Promise'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who said "Open" n "Close" are words with opposite Meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You will always be open to the person who is close to you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-3022214882125725019?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/3022214882125725019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=3022214882125725019&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/3022214882125725019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/3022214882125725019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-said-open-n-close-are-words-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RoH9C0dx7nI/AAAAAAAAABM/iT8bH9FZmu4/s72-c/opennclose.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-6003784695089861855</id><published>2007-06-01T08:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:04:03.365+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am "thee" best , I just haven't tried that yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-6003784695089861855?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/6003784695089861855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=6003784695089861855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/6003784695089861855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/6003784695089861855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-thee-best-i-just-havent-tried-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-7313980895570028474</id><published>2007-05-30T05:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T05:15:07.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mumma's Pet, Is that You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ya ya ya :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-7313980895570028474?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/7313980895570028474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=7313980895570028474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/7313980895570028474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/7313980895570028474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2007/05/mummas-pet-is-that-you-ya-ya-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-7428538671886946522</id><published>2007-05-20T02:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T02:20:10.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"potentially" and" in reality"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Younger Son :Dad, what is the difference between "potentially" and" in reality"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dad: "I will demonstrate" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dad turns to Wife and asks her: Would you sleep with Robert Redfordfor 1 million dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wife: Yes of course! I would never waste such an opportunity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then Dad asks his daughter if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for 1 million dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daughter: Waow! Yes! This is my fantasy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dad next turns to his elder son and asks him: Would you sleep with TomCruise for 1 million dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Elder Son: Yeah! Why not? Imagine what I could do with 1 million dollars! I would never hesitate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So Dad then turns back to his younger son saying:You see son, "potentially" we are sitting on 3 million dollars, but"in reality" we are living with 2 Bitches and a Gay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-7428538671886946522?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/7428538671886946522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=7428538671886946522&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/7428538671886946522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/7428538671886946522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2007/05/potentially-and-in-reality.html' title='&quot;potentially&quot; and&quot; in reality&quot;?'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-6183628566320084536</id><published>2007-05-09T05:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T08:31:42.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Married life Hirdu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RkF30y7MVvI/AAAAAAAAABE/thvY4J5jMp0/s1600-h/pic.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062459205048096498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RkF30y7MVvI/AAAAAAAAABE/thvY4J5jMp0/s400/pic.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Happiness in the marraiage is not something that just happens" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is a relationship in which the independence is equal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;dependence is mutual and the obligation is reciprocal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;In the marraige the little things are the big things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is never going to sleep angry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is no time taking other for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It is not only marrying the right partner;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It is being the right partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RkFTgi7MVuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Uj2SA7x9zjI/s1600-h/marraige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062419274737145570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RkFTgi7MVuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Uj2SA7x9zjI/s400/marraige.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish you very very happy married life Hirdu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May God shower all his blessing &amp;amp; happiness to newly wedded couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-6183628566320084536?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/6183628566320084536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=6183628566320084536&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/6183628566320084536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/6183628566320084536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-married-life-hirdu.html' title='Happy Married life Hirdu'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RkF30y7MVvI/AAAAAAAAABE/thvY4J5jMp0/s72-c/pic.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-2088372942157109229</id><published>2007-03-09T03:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:01:57.015Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy  Woo- Men's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RfDX-4nV52I/AAAAAAAAAAw/kdTO94lLCVQ/s1600-h/woo-men.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039765458376845154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RfDX-4nV52I/AAAAAAAAAAw/kdTO94lLCVQ/s400/woo-men.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi Gals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishing you all happy Women's Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOMEN ROCKS :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-2088372942157109229?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/2088372942157109229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=2088372942157109229&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/2088372942157109229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/2088372942157109229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-woo-mens-day.html' title='Happy  Woo- Men&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RfDX-4nV52I/AAAAAAAAAAw/kdTO94lLCVQ/s72-c/woo-men.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-2457118728959418241</id><published>2007-02-14T04:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-14T05:47:36.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RdKNkZsU_6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Iqp0uLwOxfk/s1600-h/valentine-heart1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031239390237884322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RdKNkZsU_6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Iqp0uLwOxfk/s400/valentine-heart1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Valentine day, it reminds me my college days. We used to celebrate as if it is one important festival. Atleast a week of preparation. New dress ( Red), accessaries, facial, bleeching, waxing, pedicure, manicure. Get loads of roses, chocolates. That day was like a maaf day.Any tom dick n harry can express thier feelings. Rule was like or not like just maaf karo, Sandal math utao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me Love is life &amp; life is love.without love life really lose its sense of living.&lt;br /&gt;Love makes u laugh, cry, makes u possessive, caring, nasty, stuborn.It reminds me this song from Dil tho pagal hain, Dil bhi pagal hain, main bhi pagal hoon. ha ha ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil to paagal hai,Dil deewana hai&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RdKbFJsU_8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Y2vJJzlzCDQ/s1600-h/lovehearts.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031254246529761218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RdKbFJsU_8I/AAAAAAAAAAk/Y2vJJzlzCDQ/s320/lovehearts.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pehli pehli baar milaata hai yehi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seene mein phir aag lagaata hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dheere dheere pyaar sikhaata hai &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yehiHansata hai yehi yehi rulaata hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dil to paagal hai,Dil deewana hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And this small piece is from me to some one special in my life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thank god for giving you in my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You are the one who made my life beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you today, tomorrow &amp;amp; forever,&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for you always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love the way, you get angry when I am late,&lt;br /&gt;Lots more I will tell u in person :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RdKaHpsU_7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_9X3DlcxF_o/s1600-h/lovehearts.gif"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-2457118728959418241?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/2457118728959418241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=2457118728959418241&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/2457118728959418241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/2457118728959418241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/RdKNkZsU_6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Iqp0uLwOxfk/s72-c/valentine-heart1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-117100669439355279</id><published>2007-02-09T07:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-09T07:40:42.660Z</updated><title type='text'>Life is beautiful -- Dont Waste it for "Thee Waste"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Once upon a time, there was a lonely baby boy sitting in the park, crying ever so badly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A philosopher came by, and asked caringly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/1600/196610/pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/400/304604/pic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The baby boy said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/1600/605831/pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/400/804726/pic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then the baby boy showed the philosopher a picture of his cute little girlfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/1600/607300/pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/400/142010/pic3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After looking at the picture, the philosopher laughed so loudly and said,&lt;br /&gt;"You are so dumb!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the baby boy went absolutely crazy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/1600/666090/pic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/400/617727/pic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then, the philosopher said wisely:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/1600/719937/pic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/400/994767/pic5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instantly, the baby boy felt better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/1600/357841/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6779/994/400/681401/pic6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-117100669439355279?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/117100669439355279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=117100669439355279&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/117100669439355279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/117100669439355279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-is-beautiful-dont-waste-it-for.html' title='Life is beautiful -- Dont Waste it for &quot;Thee Waste&quot;'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-116581344710859138</id><published>2006-12-11T05:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T05:04:07.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Unfavorable beauty week</title><content type='html'>This week my stars dint favor me for beauty treatment. Everywhere it was goofed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with eyebrows, instead of looking like two bows, the beautician messed up &amp; made it a straight line. (Not exactly, but I dint liked the shape she gave). Thanks to my sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, waxing. Instead of heating wax, beautician irritated me with cold wax. She took 1 hour to wax legs &amp; hands.  I swear not to try new beautician next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In second beauty parlour, she had given good facial but goofed up with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third beauty clinic, it is one famous hair dressing parlour; it is a designer hairdressing clinic. Here the mistake is unpardonable. Hair dresser shortened my hair, which I nurtured for a year in order to straighten &amp; color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting in front of my dressing table, &amp; analyzing the errors by beauticians, I was thinking if there were some Astro speak (astrology ) column for beauty treatment in News Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARIESMar21-Apr20&lt;/strong&gt;Try not to get eyebrows, waxing by new parlour, it may go wrong as you would be wasting your time &amp;amp; energy. Keep your eyes gazing into the best parlour so that in future, it will surely come in handy to you. Be very careful while paying your bill in parlour else you may be duped. It is not a favorable time for hair designing. Else your celebrations mood will be interrupted this chain reaction of your mental state will reflect on your work. Refuse to be inhibited by negative situations or comments, maintaining this dynamic mood.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky days for beauty treatments: 12th, 14th and 17&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-116581344710859138?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/116581344710859138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=116581344710859138&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116581344710859138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116581344710859138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/12/unfavorable-beauty-week.html' title='Unfavorable beauty week'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-116436058483557025</id><published>2006-11-24T09:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:40:19.823Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tag Tag Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jeseem has tagged me sometime back. I was tied up with my spiritual trip to Tirupati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;limbing on the tree with friends &amp; playing pranks (making horrific sound at passer by)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My school vacation which I religiously spent in my grand mom's home.&lt;br /&gt;(It was a meeting point for all my 16 cousins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grand mom's special pyaar, cheating grand mom.&lt;br /&gt;(Eat my share of mangoes, pick one worm from ground place on mangoes skin &amp; show her "Look what you have given me". )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My sweetheart bakery man who was an ideal husband material at the age of 6. hehehe. He possessed a Pastry shop yummy. I was planning to marry him so that I can eat all pastries, cake without asking mom to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting wet in rain, building castle on sand, catching butterfly &amp;amp; getting scolding from mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. My hostel life. Miss all my friends, their stories, showing off new stuffs. Miss solving senior’s mathematics &amp; showing off that I am a genius. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7. My Tie which displayed badges (Rank, most of the times High score mathematic, Kannada, Social studies, Moral science)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Counting vehicles (Bus, bike, Car, scooter), running, jumping, cycling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I Hated&lt;br /&gt;1. When parents drop me to hostel after vacation. That separation was heart breaking&lt;br /&gt;2. When people squeezed my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;3. Running on a ground at midday in Physical training period&lt;br /&gt;4. When mom called me her nose &amp;amp; two of my brothers her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;5. When seniors stole school badge &amp;amp; got punishment for incomplete uniform&lt;br /&gt;6. Eve teasing when I was kid.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mom’s extra cautious lecture, particularly to me because I am a girl&lt;br /&gt;8. Mess food, especially upma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Song for the moment :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye Daulat Bhi Le Lo, Ye Shohrat Bhi Le Lo&lt;br /&gt;Bhale Cheen Lo Mujhse Meri Jawaani&lt;br /&gt;Magar Mujhko Lauta Do Bachchpan Ka Saawan&lt;br /&gt;Wo Kaagaz Ki Kasthi Wo Baarish Ka Paani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohalle Ki Sabse Nishaani Purani&lt;br /&gt;Wo Budhiya Jise Bachche Kehte The Naani&lt;br /&gt;Wo Naani Kee Baaton Mein Pariyon Ka Dera&lt;br /&gt;Wo Chehre Ke Jhuriyon Mein Sadiyon Ka Phera&lt;br /&gt;Bhulaaye Nahin Bhool Saqta Hai Koi&lt;br /&gt;Wo Choti See Raaten Wo Lambi Kahaani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadi Dhoop Mein Apne Ghar Se Nikalna&lt;br /&gt;Wo Chidiya Wo Bulbul Wo Thithli Pakadna&lt;br /&gt;Wo Gudiya Ki Shaadi Pe Ladna Jhagadna&lt;br /&gt;Wo Jhoolon Se Girna, Wo Gir Ke Sambhalna&lt;br /&gt;Wo Pithal Ke Challon Ke Pyaare Se Tho'fe&lt;br /&gt;Wo Tuti Hui Chudiyon Ki Nishaani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Re't Ke Oonche Tilon Pe Jaana&lt;br /&gt;Gharonde Banana, Banaake Mitaana&lt;br /&gt;Wo Maasoom Chaahat Ki Tasveer Apni&lt;br /&gt;Wo Khwabon Khilono Ki Taabir Jaageer Apni&lt;br /&gt;Na Duniya Ka Gham Tha Na Rishton Ke Bandhan&lt;br /&gt;Badi Khoobsoorat Thi Wo Zindgaani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-116436058483557025?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/116436058483557025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=116436058483557025&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116436058483557025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116436058483557025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/11/tag-tag-tag-jeseem-has-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-116392024476142666</id><published>2006-11-19T06:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:10:44.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A helicopter was flying around above Seattle when an electrical malfunction disabled all of the aircraft's electronic navigation andcommunications equipment.Due to the clouds and haze, the pilot could not determine the helicopter's position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The pilot saw a tall building, flew toward it, circled,and held up a handwritten sign that said "WHERE AM I?" in large letters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;People in the tall building quickly responded to the aircraft, drew alarge sign, and held it in a building window. Their sign said "YOU ARE IN A HELICOPTER."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The pilot smiled, waved, looked at his map, determined the course to steer to SEATAC airport, and landed safely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After they were on theground, the copilot asked the pilot how he had done it."I knew it had to be the Microsoft Building, because they gave me a technically correct but completely useless answer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-116392024476142666?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/116392024476142666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=116392024476142666&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116392024476142666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116392024476142666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/11/microsoft-helicopter-was-flying-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-116245452225705912</id><published>2006-11-02T07:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:44:28.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/gabbar2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ramu's Sholay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just cant understand why Ramu is hell bent upon remaking sholay.Its not just me, whole world is wondering why? Why ? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/nisha.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/200/nisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/nisha.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The worst part to digest was Nisha Kotari playing basanti &amp; ghoda is replaced by autorickshaw. Now Basanti is ghungroo &amp;amp; her dhannu is laila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/gabbar2.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/200/gabbar2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ramu's Gabbar Bachchan looks like an one hundred eighty year old sick man who has already booked his ticket to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sholay's dialogue will be something like thing&lt;br /&gt;gabbar:- "Kitne Din bache hamra is duniya me"&lt;br /&gt;samba:- "Sardar baghawan jaane"&lt;br /&gt;gabbar:- "Arre oh samba, ghungrooo ke laila me jakar hamara liye dho waqt ki khansi ke dava lekar aa, ..."&lt;br /&gt;Samba:- "Sardar devi* ka hospital se lekar aavu kya?"&lt;br /&gt;gabbar:- "arre woh kutte, kamine jaldi lekar aa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/sushmita1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/200/sushmita1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radha is Devi played by Sush &amp; she is a nurse, something more than lightning &amp;amp; putting off the lantern hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Song for the moment:--&lt;/span&gt; Arre Ramujee, abh Zidd chodo mano meri baat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Warna aur ek flop hoga tumare saath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-116245452225705912?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/116245452225705912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=116245452225705912&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116245452225705912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116245452225705912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/11/ramus-sholay-i-just-cant-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-116119842848651103</id><published>2006-10-18T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T20:07:08.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another Day in my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There is no work mood this whole week. We are simply enjoying our Diwali spirit. Tomorrow is one of the colleagues (Samir's)last working day. So gave him  a farewell party in Sports bar(pheonix mill). Party continued till 12 to 4 p.m. mind you we are working today hehehe.  Came back to office @ 4.30 p.m. After a heavy lunch &amp; bowling who has mood to dig into PC. Straight away to canteen. Had some strong coffee for keeping self awake. Collected Diwali gift too. Later @ 5 p.m had  a short meeting with Manager. 5.25 p.m left office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Har Roz  agar Diwali  hote....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;kaam  office me null  hota...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Khaane ko milte laddoo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aur duniya kehti...Happy Diwali to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tomorrow is Traditional day. I am in total mood. Again tomorrow is  Samir's treat. So we are going to freak out again. I am sure that we are going to miss Samir. He is one happy go lucky kinda guy.  Some how now I am used to this type of environment.  People come, people go, again new people come, so life continues. :). At the end it is just you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;song for the moment :- Jeene ke hain chaar din, baaqi hain bekaar din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                             Hey jeene ke hain chaar din, baaqi hain bekaar din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                            Jaaye jaaye, jaaye jaayeEk baar jo jaaye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                             jawaani phir na aayeHey hey, jawaani phir na aaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-116119842848651103?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/116119842848651103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=116119842848651103&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116119842848651103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116119842848651103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-day-in-my-life-there-is-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-116102286222721239</id><published>2006-10-16T18:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:21:02.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lots of celebrations going on in office for Diwali. We have color days. And I am over enthusiastic to  participate. Today was Salman Khan's day. Shhhhhh dress code is not a shirtless but it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wore a black western suit. I got many wows, Many dashing, striking, rocking compliments. let me see  whether I will win a prize for Best dressed female.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tomorrow is Govinda day. I have finished modelling . I am going to wear shocking pink trouser (My friend exclusively got for me from Dubai hehehe) &amp; a Flouroscent Green T, want to wear Red blazzer as I dont have Yellow one in my ward robe :(. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Day after tomorrow (wednesday) is Jumping Jack Jeetu's day.  No prize for guessing the color. Ya u got it its "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". I will wear white chick Kurta , churidar courtasy my tailor if he makes ready the suit. Else hunt for some other white's in my ward rob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finally on thursday Traditional day.  I will wear Saree ;). Blood Red embroidary saree, accessories gold jewellary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish everyday we have a color days so that I dont have to stand in front of ward robe for 15 min's &amp; think which dress to wear hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;During my color Days week, I would like to sincerly thank my maid for her patience  folding  all the costumes which is unfolded &amp; thrown during my modelling trials at home hehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; I will post pics in my coming post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Song for the moment :-- Rang barse beege chunariwali rang barse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-116102286222721239?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/116102286222721239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=116102286222721239&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116102286222721239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116102286222721239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/10/color-days-lots-of-celebrations-going.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-116076816492265950</id><published>2006-10-13T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:42:32.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ways Of Reading Novel in Workplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hirdu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hirdu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; says ye BnB baaz nahin aayegi. I myself have to say that to me hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading Memoirs of Geisha, I got so addicted I travelled in train whole week to catch up with reading process. One day I could not just stop it reading, I was hiding the book inbetween the PC &amp; my bag &amp;amp; was reading with one eye. One of my colleague was so enquisitive to know what I am upto he messaged me "I know you are at some mischief ". I gave a blank smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not concentrate on my work. I went to rest room locked myself in loo &amp;amp; started reading the book. 30 mins I was inside the loo(Thanks to room freshner :)). The rest room attender was wondering what has happened to me. Thank god I came out. Else they would have broken the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral to me:- Next time while I hook up with novel in loo , just to inform rest room attendent that I have major constipation problem:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum-ming:- Bedi chalayi leh jigar se piya Jigar maabadi aag hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-116076816492265950?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/116076816492265950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=116076816492265950&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116076816492265950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/116076816492265950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/10/ways-of-reading-novel-in-workplace-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-115945846270343384</id><published>2006-09-28T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:04:15.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeh Life hai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeh mumbai ka traffic hai,kabhi rasthe me kadda milta hai tho kabhi kadde mein rastha. Tension kayko leta hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are few people in world like to experiment with life, &amp; most are happy with things. Tension kayko lene ka. ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But Change is something unavoidable in life.Nothing is Fixed or it works as expected.&lt;br /&gt;take for example this blogworld. I had few blogmates,I loved reading thier creations. But after sometime, most of them said adieu to blogging.So it is time to hunt again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;moral to me :)Accept the change &amp;amp; move on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-115945846270343384?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/115945846270343384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=115945846270343384&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115945846270343384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115945846270343384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/09/yeh-life-hai-yeh-mumbai-ka-traffic.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-115928773036829085</id><published>2006-09-26T17:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:22:11.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shubh Navratri&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/durga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/durga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is believed that Goddess Durga on her 10 day journey around the earth removes all evil....... May Goddess Durga destroy all evil around you and fill your life with happiness and prosperity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;May this Navratri… Bring You Joy and Happiness... To last through out the year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Navratri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-115928773036829085?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/115928773036829085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=115928773036829085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115928773036829085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115928773036829085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/09/shubh-navratri-it-is-believed-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-115808169290733683</id><published>2006-09-12T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T18:21:32.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lexi Ad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have you come across Lexi pen advt. in FM radio's. Its real funny. It may be mindless, but I simply loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If u haven't heard it goes something like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Male: Swapnasundari wearing maxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;            Getting out of yellow Taxi(Repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;            Gets into the club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;            Pagal ho gaye sab &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;            But surprisingly she chooses me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;            And she says, she says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Female: Is that a pen in your pocket mister? (Repeat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                  Or are you? Or are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                  Just happy to see me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                  Or are you just happy to see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Male: I said, "Swanpasundari, wearing maxi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;            I am very very sorry sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;            But now every pocket has a Lexi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;            Now every pocket has a Lexi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-115808169290733683?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/115808169290733683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=115808169290733683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115808169290733683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115808169290733683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/09/lexi-ad.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-115742821676141857</id><published>2006-09-05T04:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T04:58:35.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Main nikali gaddi lekar ek mood aaya, Yeh meri blog world aaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Its since ages I have rubbished it. Lemmi do the honour of rubbishing. ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Prospective husband: Do you have a book called 'Man, The Master ofWomen'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Salesgirl: The fiction department is on the other side, sir.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one perfect child in the world and every mother has it.&lt;br /&gt;There is only one perfect wife in the world and every neighbour has it&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The world's thinnest book has only one word written in it: Everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and the book is titled: "What Woman Want!"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A man who surrenders when he's WRONG, is HONEST. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A man who surrenders when he's NOT SURE, is WISE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A man who surrenders when he's RIGHT, is a HUSBAND &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why dogs don't marry?&lt;br /&gt;A: Because they are already leading a dog's life!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ek aadmi apni biwi ka antim sanskar karke ghar ja raha tha. Achanakbijli chamki, badal garje, jor se barish start ho gayi. Dukhi aadmi: Lagta hai pahunch gayi.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Fact of life: One woman brings you into this world crying &amp; the other ensures you continue to do so for the rest of your life!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why doesn't law permit a man to marry a second woman? A: Because as per law you cannot be punished twice for the same offence&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Life is a paradox-what u want u don't get(luv), what u get, u don't enjoy(marriage), what u enjoy is not permanent(girlfriend), what is permanent is boring(wife)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lady 2 her maid: Oh Kanta, I hv reason to suspect that my husband is having an affair with his secretary." Kanta : I don't believe it! U r just saying that 2 make me jealous!"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Man: I want a divorce. My wife hasn't spoken to me in six months. Lawyer: Better think it over. Wives like that are hard to get!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Doctor 2 husband: Tuhadi biwi te tuhada blood group same hai. Husband: Hovega kyon ni, 25-saal to mera khoon jo pee rahi hai!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The bride, upon her engagement, went to her mother &amp;amp; said, "I've founda man just like father!" Mother replied, "So what do u want from me, sympathy?"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;After a quarrel, a husband said to his wife, "You know, I was a foolwhen I married you." She replied, "Yes, dear, but I was in love &amp; didn't notice."&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is difference between watch &amp;amp; wife:? A: Ek kharaab hoti hai to band ho jaati hai aur doosri kharab hoti haito chaloo ho jaati hai.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Different Phases of a man:&lt;br /&gt;After engagement: Superman&lt;br /&gt;After Marriage: Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;After 10 years: Watchman&lt;br /&gt;After 20 years: Doberman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-115742821676141857?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/115742821676141857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=115742821676141857&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115742821676141857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115742821676141857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/09/main-nikali-gaddi-lekar-ek-mood-aaya.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-115402583642538563</id><published>2006-07-27T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T19:28:00.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nightmare in Bombed Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;By gods grace I am alive to write this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have heard &amp; seen numerous incident on TV about Terrorism. We might have shed plenty of tears to unknown soul.But But when u visualise or have been Victim of such terrorism, than it is totally a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6.21 p.m boarded borivili Fast at Dadar staion. Train was just leaving mahim station,at that moment the power in train was switched off followed by loud explosion &amp;amp; smoke. The train shook for some secs. At that moment I realised it is a bomb blast. But other commuters in train came up with other conclusion. HT wire got short circuit , the train is on fire. Let us jump from moving train. I was in first class ladies compartment which was adjacent to gents firstclass compartment which was bombed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dint wanted to take some stupid dicision.I never wanted to jump from running train. Few moments it was tough to decide. Other co passenger started jumping from running train. The train came to halt within minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Men came running to help us. Two men held my hand &amp; helped to get down. Outside scene was horrible, blood soaked men, injured men, dead bodies. Oh my god, what a pain. I dint know how to react. I was crying inconsolably. Everyone were crying. Some one asked me is there someone I know in that compartment. I said no. They tried to console me. I was crying for my co passengers, thier family. I was crying for pathetic environment we are leaving in. I was crying for insecure environment created for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life had drained lots from me at that moment. Could not stand there for another min in that situation, I walked to roads to catch some other alternative to my destination. Cab drivers refused to come to Borivili. My colleagues were rushing to come to pick me up. I refused, i din't wanted them to take risk. I took BEST bus from Mahim depot.Bus started getting overcrowded. atleast 200 people were standing in bus. It took 4.5 hrs to reach home. People on roads were very helpful. They were serving biscuits &amp;amp; water for all the commuters on road. I was not in need of that. My mind was calculating other facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my colleagues are seriously injured. One of my brothers friends cousin died in blast.He was married just 3 months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why innocent people should be victim of this terrorism? When will this terror end? When will we roam without fear in free India? On occasion of Independence day these question crop up in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-115402583642538563?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/115402583642538563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=115402583642538563&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115402583642538563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115402583642538563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/07/nightmare-in-bombed-train-by-gods.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-115251030120873308</id><published>2006-07-10T06:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T06:45:01.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Never tell your problems to anyone...20% don't care and the other 80% are glad you have them. -Lou Holtz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Never explain yourself. Your friends dont need it and your enemies wont believe it. -Belgicia Howell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-115251030120873308?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/115251030120873308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=115251030120873308&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115251030120873308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115251030120873308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/07/thoughts-never-tell-your-problems-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-115201280483083422</id><published>2006-07-04T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:33:24.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; 4 lines for An IT guys..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He loved her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But married another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One became the wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The other became the password&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-115201280483083422?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/115201280483083422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=115201280483083422&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115201280483083422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115201280483083422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/07/4-lines-for-it-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-115125692530584796</id><published>2006-06-25T18:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:35:25.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marraige symbol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/marraige%20symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/marraige%20symbol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEEP PAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A man placed some flowers on the grave of his dearly departed mother and started back toward his car when his attention was diverted to another man kneeling at a grave. The man seemed to be praying with profound intensity and kept repeating, 'Why did you have to die? Why did you have to die?' The first man approached him and said, 'Sir, I don't wish to interfere with your private grief, but this demonstration of pain is more than I've ever seen before. For whom do you mourn so deeply? A child? A parent?' The mourner took a moment to collect himself, then replied, 'My wife's first husband.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-115125692530584796?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/115125692530584796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=115125692530584796&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115125692530584796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115125692530584796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/06/marraige-symbol-deep-pain-man-placed.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-115004962716366294</id><published>2006-06-11T18:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T19:29:28.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yepee Yepee, Untagged my TAG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow Zoonie, I am so happy for u. Congrats boi.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I dint post for sometime now. Guys just imazine two of ur cousin aged 9 &amp; 13 standing (or sitting which ever position they feel comfortable) behind you &amp;amp; reading aloud every word u type, can any one proceed to crack ur junk thoughts. hehehe atleast I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;when I was kid we used to play Satgolpi(dont ask me the meaning lol).for eg. Some one call out saying look at Jyothsna. If anyone turns around to see Jyothsna, and if it was a frank, that person say Satgolpi. Then a big task start there. The one who was the victim of frank should touch 7 standing person. We used to follow so religiously that task. It still bring my child hood memory back. This TAG remembered my Satgolpi task :).Thank you Ekta. Here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking about....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chocolate doughnut, black forest pastry, nachos, ice cream all yummy yummy stuff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I said....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Did I say that I had a bad crush on bakary guy when I was five for those lovely pastries(I will post this sometime later;)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want strength...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to run on thread mill to burn all the calories I accumulated just thinking about all high calorie food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish for....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a magic plate which convert all high colorie food into low cal. Hey scientist of this universe are u listening?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I miss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my childhood, my school days, my hostel life, my crushes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hear....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my mom screaming at me right now for taking shower.(I always celebrate my lazyness day on week end)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wonder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;why god created me with empty brain hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I regret....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nothing.Whatever happened in life had a reason.(Always my glass is half full)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Still trying to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I am happy &amp; also in Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I sing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when I want to shew away anyone from my vicinity.(If there is an award for bad singer, its my birth right to recieve it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cry.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When some one hurt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; very stubborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I make with my hands....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Everthing. Without hand It is impossible to make anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I write....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; what I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I confuse....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to understand people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;love &amp;amp; Warmth always. Also loads of chocolate daughnut, icecream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I should ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;be an active blogger cos it makes me happy especially because I can blabber all my junk thoughts with out reviewing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I start....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; things with lots of enthusiasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I finish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If the started enthusiasm hasn't died its natural death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-115004962716366294?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/115004962716366294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=115004962716366294&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115004962716366294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/115004962716366294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/06/yepee-yepee-untagged-my-tag-wow-zoonie.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114883576393644871</id><published>2006-05-28T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:19:25.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/res4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/res2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Modern Indian theory (Reservation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Manmohan Singh to Bush - We are sending Indians to the moon next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bush - Wow! How Many? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manmohan Singh - 100. And we have a policy for it also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;25 - OBC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;25 - SC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20 - ST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 - Handicapped &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 - Sports Persons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 - Terrorist Affected &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 - Kashmiri Migrants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9 - Politicians and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if possible 1 - Astronnaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/res5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/reservation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/reservation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/res.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/res4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/res4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/res2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/res2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/res5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/res5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The interview by CNN-IBN Karan Tapar , on reservation With HRD Minister Arjun Singh its a good long read, but well worth it! If you have missed it, here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://gleez.com/articles/general/arjun-singhs-interview---india-of-our-dreams-deserves-a-better-hrd"&gt;http://gleez.com/articles/general/arjun-singhs-interview---india-of-our-dreams-deserves-a-better-hrd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114883576393644871?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114883576393644871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114883576393644871&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114883576393644871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114883576393644871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/05/modern-indian-theory-reservation.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114839953182359569</id><published>2006-05-23T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:57:21.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy, your judgement is wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The most amusing thing in the world is Indian wedding. The grooms &amp; brides family invite the people for the wedding in order to share thier pleasure &amp;amp; seek the blessing for newly wed.Instead people have 100 intension other than these two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunties ( I mean elderly ladies)attend the wedding to exibit thier jewellary, heavy designer saree. Guys attend wedding for bird watching. Oh my gawd, some guys literally have thier jaws hanging.Some girls attend the marraige for mom's pressure. Some Mom attend for hunting wud-be-Son in law.&lt;br /&gt;Once I happen to attend the wedding for the same reason some years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:- Oh my god mom, ask me to jump from 10th floor, please leave me alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My mom:-Mr.XYZ son has come from U.S.I want to talk to Mr.XYZ about the proposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:- I dont want to be Gungi gudiya. I wont come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My mom:- If you dont listen to me, then I dont let you go for ur higher studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Me(in mind):- Mom I have 100 distructive ways for spoiling this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My adamant mom took me to wedding. I went with her cribbing,grumbling.The torture was not just attending the wedding. I was made to wear Fancy dress.I mean a saree &amp; lots of Jewelary. Mom am I a mobile Jewellary store. Mom looked at me with her sharp eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in midst of aunties coz it was mom's order.They were more interested in my marraige than the current marraige.They were discussing of my marraige. Mom said them to find some one suitable to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was eagerly waiting for Mr.XYZ to arrive. He arrived with his family. Mom was about ask about Mr.XYZ son, he stood in front of my mom with his American wife. "Hi aunty hows u doing,meet Jenny" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was holding hanky to my mouth &amp;amp; burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Part II to be continued&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114839953182359569?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114839953182359569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114839953182359569&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114839953182359569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114839953182359569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/05/mommy-your-judgement-is-wrong-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114796855471890407</id><published>2006-05-18T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:41:01.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Back {}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/hugs.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/200/hugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/hugs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hey whatz happening in blogworld. I was bit busy these days. Reason I was undergoing TORTURE I mean training. Learnt some beautiful stuff. I missed my blog chooo muchhhhhh. Also I missed u mates. I know some of u all also missed me. haha there were some request to post atleast a forward. But there was absolutely no time to do that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Any way I dedicate this beautiful song which is my favorite &amp; very close to my heart to all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abhee naa jaao chhodakar, ke dil abhee bharaa nahee&lt;br /&gt;abhee abhee to aayee ho, bahaar ban ke chhaayee ho&lt;br /&gt;hawaa jaraa mahak to le, najar jaraa bahak to le&lt;br /&gt;ye shaam dhal to le jaraa, ye dil sanbhal to le jaraa&lt;br /&gt;mai thodee der jee to loo, nashe ke ghoont pee to loo&lt;br /&gt;abhee to kuchh kahaa nahee, abhee to kuchh sunaa naheen .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114796855471890407?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114796855471890407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114796855471890407&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114796855471890407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114796855471890407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-back-hey-whatz-happening-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114732828101212013</id><published>2006-05-11T07:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T18:20:48.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Best "Out-Of-Office" E-Mail Auto-Reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1: I am currently out at a job interview and will reply to you if I fail to get the position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: I'm not really out of the office. I'm just ignoring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: You are receiving this automatic notification because I am out ofthe office. If I was in, chances are you wouldn't have received anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Sorry to have missed you but I am at the doctors having my brain removed so that I may be promoted to management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: I will be unable to delete all the unread, worthless emails you send me until I return from vacation on 5/18. Please be patient and your mail will be deleted in the order it was received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Thank you for your email. Your credit card has been charged $5.99 for the first ten words and $1.99 for each additional word in your message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: The e-mail server is unable to verify your server connection and is unable to deliver this message. Please restart your computer and try sending again.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Thank you for your message, which has been added to a queuing system.You are currently in 352nd place, and can expect to receive a reply inapproximately 19 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Please reply to this e-mail so I will know that you got thismessage. I am on holiday. Your e-mail has been deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Hi. I'm thinking about what you've just sent me. Please wait by your PC for my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Hi! I'm busy negotiating the salary for my new job. Don't bother to leave me any messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: I've run away to join a different circus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114732828101212013?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114732828101212013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114732828101212013&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114732828101212013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114732828101212013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-out-of-office-e-mail-auto-reply-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114700393561975668</id><published>2006-05-07T13:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:12:15.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Week end Guys. If happened to surf net &amp; land up here enjoy this :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Many Women&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After three years of marriage, Kim was still questioning her  husband about his lurid Past.                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "C'mon, tell me," she asked for the thousandth time, "how many   women have you slept with?"  "Baby," he protested, "if I told   you, you'd throw a fit".                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kim promised she wouldn't get   angry, and convinced her hubby to   tell her.                      "Okay," he said, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven - then there's you - nine, ten, 11, 12, 13.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114700393561975668?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114700393561975668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114700393561975668&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114700393561975668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114700393561975668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-week-end-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114666197784209278</id><published>2006-05-03T14:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:10:00.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Venus Thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If Men are from Mars, what is the problem if female is Manglik?lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Manglik:- Whenever Mars is situated in 1,4,7,8,12 th house of a lunar chart it is called as "Manglik dosha"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114666197784209278?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114666197784209278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114666197784209278&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114666197784209278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114666197784209278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/05/venus-thought-if-men-are-from-mars.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114620356089759613</id><published>2006-04-28T06:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T09:35:49.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Still they Gawk &amp; ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/ClipArt_Man_tearing_his_hair_out.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/200/ClipArt_Man_tearing_his_hair_out.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If your Mangal is strong, they back u out saying u bring bad luck on husband's Career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Your dad has not generated so much wealth, they back you out Coz u cannot pay the admission Fees(Dowry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You don’t have a Job they back you out Coz u cannot pay your maintenance fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are bit darker complexion they back you out Coz u may produce Darker off springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are Vegetarian they back you out coz you are not Non Vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a day older than a prospective guy, they back you out, coz it is not our custom to marry elder female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are rich they back u out, coz u may be proud &amp; not be an ideal bahu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some from&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="comment-poster-name" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/5599988" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invincible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If u are taller than ur beau, then again its against our custom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If u are earning more than ur beau, again u may have vanity and treat him disrespectfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If u are from higher 'cast' then u wd always undermine him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If u r from lower cast, then u r no match for the boy's esteemed family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god there are so many factors to consider, match &amp; mismatch to get married in India. Again still you guys ask me "&lt;strong&gt;Why am I not married&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is not my story, it is every other unmarried gal's Woe. I was inspired to write this after bachchan's rejected Ash coz she is Manglik. In country like us every gal has to under go the Guy's Family tantraum no matter what u are? who u are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:-  So Guys &amp;amp; Gals, You are welcome to add your point to the list.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114620356089759613?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114620356089759613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114620356089759613&amp;isPopup=true' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114620356089759613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114620356089759613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/04/still-they-gawk-gals-you-are-welcome.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114603184386874130</id><published>2006-04-26T06:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T07:29:45.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Future memorable dialogue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After Amitabh's best dialogue, just a thought on generation next legend's best dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Khwaish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/mallika3.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/mallika3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dialogue "muuuuuuha, muuuuuuuha,Smooooch,Smoooooch" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jawani Diwani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/jawani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/jawani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Dialogue "muuuuuuha, muuuuuuuha,Smooooch,Smoooooch" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/murder01_215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/murder01_215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dialogue "muuuuuuha, muuuuuuuha,Smooooch,Smoooooch"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gangster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/gangster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/gangster.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dialogue "muuuuuuha, muuuuuuuha,Smooooch,Smoooooch" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/choclate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/choclate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dialogue "muuuuuuha, muuuuuuuha,Smooooch,Smoooooch" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;FootPath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/footpath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/footpath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dialogue "muuuuuuha, muuuuuuuha,Smooooch,Smoooooch" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aksar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/aksar1912200574256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/aksar1912200574256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dialogue "muuuuuuha, muuuuuuuha,Smooooch,Smoooooch"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ashiq Banaya Aapne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/aba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/aba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dialogue "muuuuuuha, muuuuuuuha,Smooooch,Smoooooch" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Song Running in mah mind:--- na koi padhne wala na koi sikhne wala&lt;br /&gt;                                                       apni toh paathshala masti ki paathshala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114603184386874130?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114603184386874130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114603184386874130&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114603184386874130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114603184386874130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/04/future-memorable-dialogueafter.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114588050823645608</id><published>2006-04-24T13:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T05:26:31.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most memorable Amitabh's dialogues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amitabh bachchan, who needs an intro of this Man. Some of my favourites from Amit's movie, which I love to hear on &amp; on. There are plenty of them, but some I managed to post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Agneepath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/agnipath.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/agnipath.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Pura naam, Vijay Dinanath Chauhan. Baap ka naam, Dinanath Chauhan; Maa ka naam, Suhasini Chauhan, gaon Mandwa; umar chhattis saal..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kaalia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/kalia.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/kalia.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Hum jaha pe khade ho jaate hein , line wahin se shuru hoti hai." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Trishul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/trishul.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/trishul.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"S&lt;/a&gt;ahi baat ko sahi waqt pe kiya jaye to uska maza hi kuch aur hai, aur main sahi waqt ka intezaar karta hoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Namak Halal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/kalia.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/Namak.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know such English that I will leave the British behind. You see sir, I can talk English, I can walk English, I can laugh English, I can run English, because English is such a funny language. Bhairo becomes Byron because their minds are very narrow. In the year 1929 when India was playing Australia at the Melbourne stadium Vijay Hazare and Vijay Merchant were at the crease. Vijay Merchant told Vijay Hazare. look Vijay Hazare Sir , this is a very prestigious match and we must consider it very prestigiously. We must take this into consideration, the consideration that this is an important match and ultimately this consideration must end in a run. In the year 1979 when Pakistan was playing against India at the Wankhede stadium Wasim Raja and Wasim Bari were at the crease and they took the same consideration. Wasim Raja told Wasim Bari, look Wasim Bari, we must consider this consideration and considering that this is an important match we must put this consideration into action and ultimately score a run. And both of them considered the consideration and ran and both of them got out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SilSila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/Silsila02.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Main aur meri tanahaaii, aksar ye baaten karate hain&lt;br /&gt;tum hotin to kaisaa hotaa, tum ye kahatii, tum vo kahatii&lt;br /&gt;tum is baat pe hairaan hotii, tum us baat pe kitanii hasatii&lt;br /&gt;tum hoti to aisA hotaa, tum hoti to vaisaa hotaa&lt;br /&gt;main aur meri tanahaaii, aksar ye baaten karate hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;majabuur ye haalaat, idhar bhI hain udhar bhii&lt;br /&gt;tanahaaii ke ye raat, idhar bhI hai udhar bhii&lt;br /&gt;kahane ko bahut kuchh hai, magar kisase kahen ham&lt;br /&gt;kab tak yuunhii khaamosh rahen, aur sahen ham&lt;br /&gt;dil kahataa hai duniyA kii har ik rasm uThA de&lt;br /&gt;dIvaar jo ham dono me hai, aaj giraa de&lt;br /&gt;kyon dil me sulagate rahen, logon ko bataa de&lt;br /&gt;haan hamako muhabbat hai, mohabbat hai, mohabbat hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chupke Chupke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/chupke.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/chupke.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jis tarah gobhi ka phool phool hokar bhi phool nahi hota, waise hi gainde ka phool bhi phool hokar phool nahi hota."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Zanjeer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/Zan.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Yeh tumhare baap ka ghar nahin, police station hai! Is liye sidhi tarah khade raho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shahenshah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/shen.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Rishte me to hum tumhare baap lagte hain , naam hai Shahenshah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Deewar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/deewar.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/deewar.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Haan, main sign karoonga, lekin pehle us aadmi ka sign le ke aao, jisne mera baap ko chor kaha tha ; pehle us aadmi ka sign le ke aao jisne meri maa ko gali deke naukri se nikal diya tha; pehle us aadmi ka sign le ke aao jisne mere haath pe ye ('mera baap chor hai') leekh diya tha. Uske baad... Uske baad, mere bhai, tu jo kahega us par main sign karoonga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sholay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/sholay.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/sholay.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; "Tumhara naam kya hai, Basanti?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My all time favourite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mausi : Arre beta, bas itna samaz lo ke ghar me jawaan beti seene par pathhar ke sil ki tarah hoti hai. Basanti ka byaah ho jaaye to chain ki saans loo.&lt;br /&gt;Jay : haa sach kaha mausi aapne. bada bojh hai aap par.&lt;br /&gt;Mausi : Lekin beta, is bojh ko koi kunwe me to phaik nahi deta.Bura nahi maananaa , itanaa to poochhanaa hi padataa hai ke ladke kaa khaandaan kyaa hai uske lachhchhan kaise hai, kamaataa kitnaa hai?&lt;br /&gt;Jay : Kamaane ka to ye hai mausi,..,ke ek baar biwi bachhon ki jimmedaari sar pe aa gayi to .. kamaane bhi lagegaa.&lt;br /&gt;Mausi : To kya abhi kuchh bhi nahi kamaataa?&lt;br /&gt;Jay : Nahi nahi ye maine kba kahaa mausi, kamaataa hai lekin,... ab roj roj to admi jeet nahi sakataa na. .. kabhi haar bhi jaataa hai bechaaraa?&lt;br /&gt;Mausi : haar jaata hai?Jay : haan mausi ab ye kambakht juwaa cheej hi aisi hai ab mai kyaa kahoon ?&lt;br /&gt;Mausi : heynnnn. to kya juwaari hai?&lt;br /&gt;Jay : chhi chhi chhi chhi mausi, woh aur juwaari na na. woh to bahot hi achchha aur nek ladka hai.Lekin mausi, ek baar sharaab pi li na phir, achchhe bure ka kahaa hosh rahataa hai. Haath pakad ke bitha liyaa kisi ne juwaa khelane. ab isme bechare Veeru ka kya dosh?&lt;br /&gt;Mausi : Thik kahate ho beta. juwaari woh sharaabi woh lekin, uska koi dosh nahi.&lt;br /&gt;Jay : Mausi aap to mere dost ko galat samaz rahi hai. woh to itanaa seedha aur bhola hai. aare basanti se uski shaadi karke to dekhiye, ye juwe aur sharaab ki aadat to do din me chhoot jaayegi.&lt;br /&gt;Mausi : Arre beta, mujh budhiyaa ko samaza rahe ho. ye sharaab aur juwe ki aadat kisi ki chhooti hai aaj tak.&lt;br /&gt;Jay : Mausi aap Veeru ko nahi jaanati , wishwaas kijiye wo is tarah kaa insaan nahi hai. Ek baar shaadi ho gayi to woh us gaane-waali ke ghar jaanaa band kar degaa. bas, sharaab apne aap chhoot jaayegi.&lt;br /&gt;Mausi : Hi hi, bas yehi ek kami raha gayi thi. to kya kisi gaane-waali ke ghar bhi aanaa jaanaa hai?&lt;br /&gt;Jay : To isme kaunsi buri baat hai mausi. arre , gaana soonane to raajaa-mahaaraajaa unche unche khaandaan ke log jaate hai, haan.&lt;br /&gt;Mausi : Achchha ! to beta ye bhi bataate jaao ki tumhare yeh gunwaan dostkis khaandaan ke hai?&lt;br /&gt;Jay : Bas mausi, khaandaan ka pataa chalate hi ham aap ko khabar de denge.&lt;br /&gt;Mausi : Ek baat ki daad doongi beta. bhale sau buraaEyaa hai tumhare dost me ,phir bhi tumhare munh se us ke liye taareefe hi nikalti hai.&lt;br /&gt;Jay : ab Kya karoo mausi.. mera to dil hi kuchh aisa hai.(pause)...To.. mai ye rishtaa pakkaa samazoo?&lt;br /&gt;Mausi : Pakkaa? . bhale saari jindagi ladaki kuwaari baithi rahe. lekin mai aise aadami se Basanti ko nahi byaahanewaali. Sagi mausi hoon. koi sautelee maa nahi.&lt;br /&gt;Jay : Ajeeb baat hai. mere itane samazaane par bhi aap ne inkaar kar diyaa.. Bechaaraa Veeru... naa jaane kya karega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114588050823645608?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114588050823645608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114588050823645608&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114588050823645608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114588050823645608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/04/most-memorable-amitabhs.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114562642561432722</id><published>2006-04-21T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:33:45.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greatest Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/greatlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/greatlove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lolz, Hi guys happy week end. Enjoy this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why Parents Get Gray Hair !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss of a big company needed to call one of his employees about an urgent problem with one of the main computers. He dialed the employee's home phone number and was greeted with a child's whispered, "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is your Daddy home?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," whispered the small voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I talk with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the surprise of the boss, the small voice whispered, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to talk with an adult, the boss asked, "Is your Mommy there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," came the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I talk with her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the small voice whispered, "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping there was somebody with whom he could leave a message, the boss asked the child, "Is anybody else there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" whispered the child, "a policeman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what a cop would be doing at his employee's home, the boss asked "May I speak with the policeman?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, he's busy," whispered the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Busy doing what?" asked the boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talking to Daddy and Mommy and the firemen," came the whispered answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing concerned and even worried as he heard what sounded like a helicopter through the earpiece on the phone, the boss asked, "What is that noise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A hello-copper" answered the whispering voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is going on there?" asked the boss, now alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an awed whispering voice, the child answered, "The search team just landed the hello-copper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alarmed, concerned, and more than just a little frustrated, the boss asked, "What are they searching for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still whispering, the young voice replied, along with a muffled giggle&lt;br /&gt;"Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114562642561432722?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114562642561432722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114562642561432722&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114562642561432722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114562642561432722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/04/greatest-love-lolz-hi-guys-happy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114527275465075782</id><published>2006-04-17T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:27:00.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agla Kaun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/0405_news_id-2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/200/0405_news_id-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now I am all excited to count who is Indian Idol II, even though it is not getting anywhere close to X Factor, American Idol or Indian Idol I.Count down begins. Will it be Karunya or It is Sandeep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorites in second season were NC Karunya, Ammey Date, Panna Gill.&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot forget Panna gill's Jalak Dikalaja Number. He set stage on fire. Marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;Other was Ammey Date Who can forget ‘Laga chunari mein daag chupaaoon Kaise’. Sadly both are out in prior Episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC Karunya, Great singer. Look a like of Abhishek Bachchan. He is thee Best Among the Finalist. He just mesmerize with his Voice.&lt;br /&gt;Other Finalist Sandeep, he is Bekener's Udit Narayan, who just sing in udit Style, has regional backing of voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope &amp;amp; Wish Karunya Win the Show. But cant predict even though he is good, This Voting system has become real head ache. Voting should be like some percentage should be counted from home town, other part of Voting should be from all parts of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Karunya is Thee Best. To be more Diplomatic let the best Man Win lol he he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114527275465075782?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114527275465075782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114527275465075782&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114527275465075782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114527275465075782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/04/agla-kaun-now-i-am-all-excited-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114499312871779569</id><published>2006-04-14T06:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:38:48.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bangalore Burning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My dad said "If this mob, had gone to fight Veerappan 3 years back to forest, it had made sense, Now what are they trying to Prove creating so much fiasco"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I innocently said "Even I dont know, what is thier point?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But there arise some thoughts, When are we Growing Up? When will we be matured to analyses whatz right? whatz wrong? Whatz Needed? Whatz not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114499312871779569?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114499312871779569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114499312871779569&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114499312871779569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114499312871779569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/04/bangalore-burning-my-dad-said-if-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114491308682424796</id><published>2006-04-13T08:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:24:46.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Aisa Desh hai Mera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kill animal &amp; go to Jail, Kill human in public &amp;amp; walk out free. Kill animal &amp; hang out mercilessly in butcher shop.U get licence for this.&lt;br /&gt;If Salman was guilty for killing chinkaara, How about killing thousand's of Sheep in the name of mutton &amp;amp; consuming it.&lt;br /&gt;Dont sheep have life? Who is to decide life of sheep is less worth than Chinkaara? Both are god's creation. Just a  thought for soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114491308682424796?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114491308682424796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114491308682424796&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114491308682424796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114491308682424796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/04/aisa-desh-hai-mera-kill-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114491249852506233</id><published>2006-04-13T08:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:14:58.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drinking Problem hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/Drinking_Problem.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/Drinking_Problem.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drink &amp; Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/Drink_n_Drive.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/Drink_n_Drive.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114491249852506233?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114491249852506233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114491249852506233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114491249852506233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114491249852506233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/04/drinking-problem-hehehe-drink-drive.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114387779837004475</id><published>2006-04-01T08:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T12:09:09.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Night Stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Waiting at health care centre, sheena my friend is too furious, criticizing me for my careless attitude. I was at my nerve, Babez It was not my intention, but it just happened, I accept my ignorance. I felt my patience has been tested enough, &amp; I have given enough clarification. I just pretend to sleep, she tried to turn some magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slipped into last days incident. We were on a project assignment. We had ample of time, the presentation was next day. So we decided to stroll. It was quite an evening. I was mesmerized with the beaches, beautiful couple, and handsome dudes. I dint realized when I was separated from my gang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun set was so peaceful, I am in other world, when I looked at my watch, the horror bell alarmed. I tried calling to my friends, the cell phone courtesy, network not reachable. fcuk, what the hell now? Indeed it was not advisable to hire private cab in alien city. Thought checking in some Motel, lemmi kill the Night. But it was fruitless effort. No bed was available. On request I got some place to put up that Night. Already many people were resting. All the sitting arrangement was fully occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now sheena was waking me again, go fast, meet the doc, our presentation has to begin within hour. I coolly walked, as I was too guilty. He prescribed some quick medicine to get relief. I thanked him, made a quick exit for our presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presentation went off well as planned. Now I threw myself on my bed again slipping into last night incident. As I said all the sitting places were occupied, I had to stand whole night. This was my one Night Stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha naughty people what were you thinking? I had to visit Health care coz I had a soar throat standing all night in cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a April fool post. ha ha ha. Lemmi fly off before some one else fool me. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114387779837004475?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114387779837004475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114387779837004475&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114387779837004475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114387779837004475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-night-stand-waiting-at-health-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114353081170656345</id><published>2006-03-28T08:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T09:55:24.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My experience travelling in a Potty Train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/nat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/nat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In mumbai I would prefer crowded train than a AC Car, in order to get rid of Traffic. It is not only the time saver, one can get a free unusual entertainment too. Everyday I tend to spend 2 hrs travelling in train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To get into train during peak hours one should be an expert gymnast. Some day back I was gluing at the coming train. Before the train come to halt, people started throwing their self inside the train. Any seasoned peak hour traveler knows how it is to grab the seat so I never make an attempt to get a seat myself. I feel comfortable standing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To my surprise there was a whole section empty. I thanked my stars &amp; move to the vacant window seat. My enthu melted within a second when a woman stopped me in between. As I turned to her, she screwed up her face &amp;amp; pointed at the seat. Some pathetic creature had emptied the content of their bowels on the seat. Yuck Yuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I cursed for my dumb attitude, ignorance, foolishness that how could I atleast dream of getting a window seat while other souls are hanging theirselves. I haven't learnt yet the logic of living hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I stood at the other corner, cursing myself. But within moment it turned out to be an entertaining business. I kept watching the drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;At every station, people jumped to catch that seat. Every eye want to reach there fast. The lady who saved me had a full time job of rescuing people from that Shit. People took their kerchiefs pressing their nose sandwiching their body against each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some people gave advice to meet Railway staff to clean the stuff, some came up with pulling chain. Others dint seemed bothered, as long as train reach the destination at time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moral of the story :- crowded train + vacant space = sure Shit Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114353081170656345?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114353081170656345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114353081170656345&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114353081170656345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114353081170656345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-experience-travelling-in-potty.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114329720229779615</id><published>2006-03-25T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:38:12.533Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Kabhi yeah Kabhi Woh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/guy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/guy3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeh ladka hai allah kaisa hai deewana&lt;br /&gt;Kitna mushkil hai tauba isko samjhaana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think opening lines obviously say's the complexity of a man lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend mintooo is a good friend of mine &amp; we gel well with all our pranks &amp;amp; PJ's. Yesterday he buzzed me&lt;br /&gt;he :-I am bored with life&lt;br /&gt;me:- what happened? Tina has gone to her mom's place kya?&lt;br /&gt;he:- No she is very much here&lt;br /&gt;me:- then?&lt;br /&gt;He:- She is the cause for my boredom&lt;br /&gt;Me:- Wicked grinning Icon?&lt;br /&gt;he:- perfect definition of our relationship is like a coin. Wait i will send u the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/CAK8202P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/CAK8202P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me:- Is it 25 paise or 1 rupee coin?&lt;br /&gt;He:- I am serious. I S##$#d my life.Hey bhagwaan main bachelor kitna kush tha(I was so happy as a bachelor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey Life is so boring. search a gal for me please. What a friend u are? cant you find a gal for me? If u don’t find a gal for me I will line marofy you only. Hey bhagwaan mera number kabh aayega?( When will my number come?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114329720229779615?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114329720229779615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114329720229779615&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114329720229779615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114329720229779615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/kabhi-yeah-kabhi-woh-yeh-ladka-hai.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114318238447458470</id><published>2006-03-24T06:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T06:46:07.100Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Zubeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Zubeida was my Shonu's colleague. Sometimes whenever he is not in his seat she used to recieve my call, take the message for him. More often Shonu was always in meetings, so I chatted with her more. She knew that Shonu &amp; myself are seeing each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;She was percieving her engineering degree at evening college &amp;amp; working in his office on probationary basis. She was very ambitious gal. She used to seek Shonu's guidance for her career. Shonu changed the job. He changes job like Indian weather. So she requested to forward her resume, which he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Later we did not hear from her for 10 days. One day shonu called his old office. He wanted Zuby to meet HR Dept for negotiation on sal package &amp; other perk&amp;amp; compensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But he got a Shock from other end. Zubieda expired. What? How? When?. While crossing the railway track, train hit her &amp; Zuby was no more. Still her memories are with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:- Dear friends Please dont cross the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Railway Tracks&lt;/span&gt;. Always use Foot Over Bridge. Your Life may not be precious for you. It is dearer to your loved one's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114318238447458470?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114318238447458470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114318238447458470&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114318238447458470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114318238447458470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/zubeida-zubeida-was-my-shonus.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114311512408094731</id><published>2006-03-23T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:03:31.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;In response to Keshi's post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Keshi this I am posting in response to your post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://keshigirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Looking for Janice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I din't want my comment to get lost in midst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Currently I am in Mumbai. If you provide me a little data as her(Janice's) real name &amp; the area she used to live as Andheri or thana etc.etc I will try my best to contact the nursing home in that locality to find out the details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Try &amp;amp; recollect if she had ever told you about her gynecologist name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dont worry in mumbai there is a best medical facility.May be she is happy changing the Nappy. With all my heart I wish this for unknown soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When ever I am unable reach my loved one's I wish why dont I have a remote to get signal that they are safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Gal, ur post made me cry :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114311512408094731?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114311512408094731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114311512408094731&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114311512408094731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114311512408094731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/in-response-to-keshis-post-keshi-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114302057189240609</id><published>2006-03-22T09:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:51:32.503Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brave Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/diary.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CRUISE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAR DIARY . DAY ONE&lt;br /&gt;I am all packed and ready to get on the cruise ship. I've packed all my pretty dresses and make-up. I'm really excited. ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;DEAR DIARY . DAY TWO&lt;br /&gt;We spent the entire day at sea. It was beautiful and we saw some whales and dolphins. What a wonderful vacation this has started to be. I met the Captain today and he seems like a very nice man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;DEAR DIARY . DAY THREE&lt;br /&gt;I spent some time in the pool today. I also did some shuffle boarding and hit some golf balls off the deck. The Captain invited me to join him at his table for dinner. I felt honored and we had a wonderful time. He is a very attractive and attentive gentleman. ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;DEAR DIARY . DAY FOUR&lt;br /&gt;Went to the ship's casino . did OK ... won about $80. The Captain invited me to have dinner with him in his state room. We had a luxurious meal complete with caviar and champagne. He asked me to stay the night but I declined. I told him there was no way I could be unfaithful to my husband. ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;DEAR DIARY .. DAY FIVE&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the pool today and got a little sunburned. I decided to go to the piano bar and spend the rest of the day inside. The Captain saw me and bought me a couple of drinks. He really is a charming gentleman He again asked me to visit him for the night and again I declined. He told me that if I didn't let him have his way with me he would sink the ship. I was appalled. ______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;DEAR DIARY . DAY SIX&lt;br /&gt;I saved 1600 lives today... Twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114302057189240609?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114302057189240609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114302057189240609&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114302057189240609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114302057189240609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/brave-girl-cruise-dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114284848611720086</id><published>2006-03-20T09:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:04:35.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ten Things I Wish I Could Say At Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/office.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/office.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of crap.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have plenty of talent and vision. I just don't give a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;3. How about "never?" Is "never" good for you?&lt;br /&gt;4. It sounds like English, but I can't understand a word you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;5. I see you've set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ahhh, I see the mess-up fairy has visited us again.&lt;br /&gt;7. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you coming on to me or having a seizure?&lt;br /&gt;10. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note:-- he he he ha ha ha To my colleagues if in case you come across here , this is what the internal processing is taking place behind my sweet smile. Dont dare to bug me lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114284848611720086?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114284848611720086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114284848611720086&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114284848611720086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114284848611720086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/ten-things-i-wish-i-could-say-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114251653253406189</id><published>2006-03-16T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T07:27:56.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love Filter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/rich%20man.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Every one feels "He is the one". Every one says Love is blind. Is really love blind. No!! &lt;strong&gt;Love is not blind but it is a deal&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends say they are madly in love with some guy. How is that guy? A person who drive a smart Car, with decent bank balance, with good qualification, Good Job with many other feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said my friend "you don't like a main system, you just love the accessory". Even I may not be exception here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I question myself. Is there exist real love? No Love. Everything is requirement. If Love exist then why don't we fall in love with some one who is less blessed than us. Why this filter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other day I was discussing with my cousin on the subject of women &amp;amp; equality in job opportunity. My cousin said "Men should be given preferences.If Men get a job one family survives, If female no much help. Look men are ready to marry unemployed female. Are female willing to marry unemployed men. They look for more qualified person". Yes, I agree here we female are not so broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female blog readers don't beat me up. It is a fact. Apple is an Apple. I have guts to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114251653253406189?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114251653253406189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114251653253406189&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114251653253406189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114251653253406189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-filter-every-one-feels-he-is-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114233731981152148</id><published>2006-03-14T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:56:47.693Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/holi2_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/holi2_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/holi2_800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ekho&lt;/span&gt; aayi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;holi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rang layi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;holi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;chali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;picthkari uda hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gulaal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;banke hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ghata mann&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jhum utha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;rang chalke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;hain&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;neele&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hare&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;laal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Safe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt; Colourful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;oli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!! ;-))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tip&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Apply heavy coat of coconut oil to your hair &amp;amp; a Coat of Vasaline or baby oil to ur body to get away with colors easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114233731981152148?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114233731981152148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114233731981152148&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114233731981152148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114233731981152148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/rang-barse-dekho-aayi-holi-rang-layi.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114208937098290167</id><published>2006-03-11T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:13:24.076Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call Of Lust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/Lust.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/Lust.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;From my diary&lt;br /&gt;Another Long day, Same release funda, one more night out. Now a days it has been a routine. came home fully tired, Was 3 A.M, eyes were fighting to keep open.Legs were refusing to walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thought shall drink some juice before crashing, as in london during night outs, only available stuff is pizza. Went into kitchen opened a fridge to take a juice, could see a light in opposite house. A handsome guy in that kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now what? Should I miss this chance? My inner mind said na, My eyes were wide open, My legs were in a mood to dance . Now what to do? I said yeah! Lots of utensil in sink waiting to get cleaned. Yes I was more happinier then Archimedis. I said Eureka. Started cleaning utensils all bright &amp;amp; glittering. Handsome guy too started cleaning his utensils. Exchanging a glimpse, smile both continued. He was still in kitchen with his black cat. I said now tomorrow is another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shall catch some sleep now. Just Waved at that handsome, said good night, Slipped into sleep. If behind every sucessful man , if there a women , Behind every glittering utensil of mine, there is a handsome nieghbour... What a inspiration? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114208937098290167?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114208937098290167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114208937098290167&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114208937098290167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114208937098290167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/call-of-lust-from-my-diary-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114190701556495194</id><published>2006-03-09T12:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:04:40.020Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Announcement, Announcement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/wild.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/wild.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/wild.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Shortly My blog will be rechristened from &lt;strong&gt;"Bold and Beautiful" &lt;/strong&gt;   to&lt;strong&gt;  "My Wild Thoughts" .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per numerologist Beediwala this change will bring luck to me &amp; my blogs.Without even any creative or constructive thoughts my blog will attract more readers &amp;amp; also I should not get surprised to win &lt;strong&gt;Blogroti, blogrice, blogcurry,blogdal etc etc awards&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In fact adding "k" letter "kMy Wild Thoughts" will do the wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Conversation between Beediwala &amp; myself goes something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BNB:-&lt;/strong&gt; Good day sir.As Iam so frustrated with my blog. It is not so happening, how can I help my blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beediwala:-&lt;/strong&gt; Good day, U have to change ur blog name.Suggest 10 names I will see as per numerology what works good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BNB:-&lt;/strong&gt;Sir "My Wild Thoughts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beediwala :-&lt;/strong&gt; add k make it "kMy Wild Thoughts"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BNB:-&lt;/strong&gt; oh god I am not interested in keema of my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beediwala:-&lt;/strong&gt; oh dear,u make "k" silient.The advantage is u are blogging in english. English is such a funny language u can alter according to ur requirement. Spell something &amp;amp; pronounce something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BNB :-&lt;/strong&gt;How much luck k will bring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beediwala:-&lt;/strong&gt; U will be awarded blogkabab, blogtandori,blogmakanwala. Without K u will have to get satisfied with Blogroti, blogrice, blogcurry,blogdal etc etc awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BNB:-&lt;/strong&gt; I am very health conscious person.blogkabab, blogtandori,blogmakanwala will make my blog fat &amp; ugly. Then I have to put my blog again to diet. Instead I am happy with Blogroti, blogrice, blogcurry,blogdal. So I prefer just &lt;strong&gt;"My Wild Thoughts".&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beediwala:-&lt;/strong&gt; Thank you &amp;amp; good luck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am busy writing vote of thanks for award function. Once I am through I will rechristen my blog. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114190701556495194?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114190701556495194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114190701556495194&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114190701556495194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114190701556495194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/announcement-announcement-shortly-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114181148362698394</id><published>2006-03-08T09:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:14:53.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Woman's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/woman.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/woman.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PHENOMENAL WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty women wonder where my secret lies&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size&lt;br /&gt;But when I start to tell them&lt;br /&gt;They think I'm telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;It's in the reach of my arms&lt;br /&gt;The span of my hips&lt;br /&gt;The stride of my steps&lt;br /&gt;The curl of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman&lt;br /&gt;That's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into a room&lt;br /&gt;Just as cool as you please&lt;br /&gt;And to a man&lt;br /&gt;The fellows stand or&lt;br /&gt;Fall down on their knees&lt;br /&gt;Then they swarm around me&lt;br /&gt;A hive of honey bees.&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;It's the fire in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the flash of my teeth&lt;br /&gt;The swing of my waist&lt;br /&gt;And the joy in my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman&lt;br /&gt;That's me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men themselves have wondered&lt;br /&gt;What they see in me&lt;br /&gt;They try so much&lt;br /&gt;But they can't touch My inner mystery.&lt;br /&gt;When I try to show them&lt;br /&gt;They say they still can't see.&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;It's in the arch of my back&lt;br /&gt;The sun of my smile&lt;br /&gt;The ride of my breasts&lt;br /&gt;The grace of my style.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman&lt;br /&gt;That's me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you understand&lt;br /&gt;Just why my head's not bowed&lt;br /&gt;I don't shout or jump about&lt;br /&gt;Or have to talk real loud&lt;br /&gt;When you see me passing&lt;br /&gt;It ought to make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;I say&lt;br /&gt;It's in the click of my heels&lt;br /&gt;The bend of my hair&lt;br /&gt;The palm of my hand&lt;br /&gt;The need for my care.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenally&lt;br /&gt;Phenomenal woman&lt;br /&gt;That's me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Maya Angelou &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If there happens any rebirth what would u like to be Born as?A Man or A Woman?&amp;amp; Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114181148362698394?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114181148362698394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114181148362698394&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114181148362698394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114181148362698394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-womans-day-phenomenal-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114138925929717710</id><published>2006-03-03T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:37:33.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tribute to My Blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/CAIQR680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/CAIQR680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shuttling between (Home) India &amp; (in-laws place) Client's place in London has taken lots from me. To keep my blog life alive I was just posting some forwards. Now I am at home hahaha(Indian office) &amp;amp; full pledge blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent knew that It would mean a lot to me. What I started as virtual timepass would attach me really.I never thought that I would connect them so well, learn couple of lessons.There are many Friends withoutout faces but I know them well with thier id's. I have my own image of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging I did it for a mere timepass. But it has helped me understand fellow bieng better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I never leave much of a mark in every blog I read, I read quite a lot. To my surprise I found so many beautiful(internal) people with beautiful thought. I found how each one are so special. Each one has thier own &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEELINGS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt some lesson, laughed like mad, some made me cry, became stuborn with some thoughts, some melted my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many were heart broken, some tried to cope with it, some were sinking into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I analysed my own blog, I could not stop noticing, I have learnt to respond others either by visiting to the blogger's space who has visited me or by replying to thier comments. Before this blog happened to me in my life, I never took pain to reply either to letters or mails. I never felt each one has a feelings, each one are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small things make real big difference in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thought for the day :-&lt;/strong&gt; Keep your office clean .. stay home!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114138925929717710?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114138925929717710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114138925929717710&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114138925929717710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114138925929717710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/03/tribute-to-my-blog-shuttling-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114104469600434685</id><published>2006-02-27T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:51:36.053Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;NEVER BE AFRAID TO SAY WHAT U FEEL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/CACTYFSH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/CACTYFSH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114104469600434685?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114104469600434685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114104469600434685&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114104469600434685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114104469600434685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/02/never-be-afraid-to-say-what-u-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114070103319500126</id><published>2006-02-23T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:25:11.233Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Bird flu Before &amp; After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/pic19072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/pic19072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Latest Terrorist Threat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/Latest_Threat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/Latest_Threat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114070103319500126?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114070103319500126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114070103319500126&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114070103319500126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114070103319500126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/02/bird-flu-before-after-latest-terrorist.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114051859141209346</id><published>2006-02-21T10:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:43:11.416Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a man is waiting for!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/man_on_bench_lg_wht.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/man_on_bench_lg_wht.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A woman who is a perfect "10"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/woman_bicepcurl_lg_wht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/woman_bicepcurl_lg_wht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman who can cook like his mother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/spaghetti_steaming_md_wht.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/spaghetti_steaming_md_wht.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman who keeps a clean house.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/house2.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/house2.2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A woman who does not nag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/woman_shaking_no_md_wht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/woman_shaking_no_md_wht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A woman who can stretch a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/dollarStretch_md_wht.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/dollarStretch_md_wht.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A woman who can work all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/writer_typing_lg_wht.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/writer_typing_lg_wht.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and dance all night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/DANCERS%2058.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/DANCERS%2058.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman who will love only him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/BRIDE%20&amp;%20GROOM%2001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/BRIDE%20%26%20GROOM%2001.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He is still waiting!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/manwaiting.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/manwaiting.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114051859141209346?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114051859141209346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114051859141209346&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114051859141209346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114051859141209346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-man-is-waiting-for-woman-who-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-114001104021828114</id><published>2006-02-15T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-15T14:14:40.266Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Ye Ishq nahi asaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/bh.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/bh.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Some of the city has witnessed how some political orzanisation distrupted Valentine's day celebration. My Valentine day had some added bonus of fun. I was amused hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In some cities the culture cops were roaming with garland. Reason if they find any couple, they wanted to get them married on the spot ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In some cities they were roaming with camera. To click the snap &amp; show to thier parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to celebrate Valentine's day? Tips from wise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“I will fast on Tuesday for Lord Ganesha. At night, I will have sweets at home along with my wife,” said Mr.X.“Anyone can celebrate Valentine’s Day this way,” said Mr.X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comments :-- oh is it?Fast on Valentine's day????Oh My Lord Ganesh!!!!!!!!! Please save us from self defined moral pOlice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We are not opposed to youngsters having love affairs. They can exchange roses or &lt;strong&gt;til-gud&lt;/strong&gt; on this day. But we don’t like our culture being corrupted by these youngsters. You can celebrate love on any other day as well, why just on this day? Besides, there are so many other days, which symbolise love between two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:- Exchange Til Gud?(Sesame &amp;amp; Jaggary)ha ha ha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In our culture, we celebrate days like Makarsankranti, Vat Poornima and Bhau Beej. My children are in college, but they do not celebrate Valentine’s Day. We don’t even feel the need to cut a cake on our kids’ birthdays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we need to celebrate Valentine’s Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I give gifts to my husband on his birthday, not on Valentine’s Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My comment:- Why do we need to listen to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is expressing a love &amp;amp; having fun is crime? The country like us where dark room love is termed sacred needs more days like this to express love openly.&lt;br /&gt;If valentine day is western culture, then why we see moral cops in trouser,shirt, Tee? Why not in dhoti, kurta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-114001104021828114?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/114001104021828114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=114001104021828114&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114001104021828114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/114001104021828114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/02/ye-ishq-nahi-asaan-some-of-city-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113983458381186887</id><published>2006-02-13T11:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:02:40.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Recipe for Charcomlete for Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/valentine%20bear%20reversed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/valentine%20bear%20reversed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wish you all happy Valentine's day. Let everyone be stuck with the Cupid arrow. Everyone have a valentine special post. Lemmi post a valentine special recipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Main ingredient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dove egg 2&lt;br /&gt;onions 2&lt;br /&gt;tomoto 2&lt;br /&gt;pepper &amp; salt&lt;br /&gt;Boy friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Put on the music.Take a heart shaped bowl, beat the egg add chopped onion,tomotoes, chilly, salt, pepper.light the stove. Butter the frying pan. Pour the egg preparation on the pan. Start romancing with ur boyfriend for an hour. After an hour charcomlete (charcoal + omlete) is ready..&lt;br /&gt;note:- Serve only to your boyfriend. he will only appriciate ur reciepe. hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/rose-heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/rose-heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/luv.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Line Maro:- I dont mind dying now, I have just seen a Haven ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113983458381186887?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113983458381186887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113983458381186887&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113983458381186887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113983458381186887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/02/recipe-for-charcomlete-for-valentines.html' title='Recipe for Charcomlete for Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113845411208422735</id><published>2006-01-28T13:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:54:07.706Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vote Of Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/200/crow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ladies &amp; Gentleman,&lt;br /&gt;it is my pleasure to thank everyone who has contributed for my success .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I would like to thank the corner street boys. Whose Comments initially were disturbing, but I started enjoying it with passing time, it seemed to be a compliment. They are the one’s who made me feel that I am a beautiful &amp;amp; desired woman on earth. This boosted my confidence with the Boost which is advertised by Kapil, then Sachin which I drank daily in the morning to take part in this beauty contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly I want to thank my mom , for my fantastic 32-24-34 figure.. Earlier I hated the way she cooked, so that I could not eat even a morsel, but now I truly thank her for non delicious food. Which render me a marvelous figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I would like to thank my dad, for giving me such a meager pocket money, I could only buy a half a meter cloths which boosted my confidence in wearing short &amp; appealing costume entire life which was indeed helpful for the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my boy friend for his support without his coaching it was impossible to kiss my co contestant so passionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#$%^^##@#$%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#$%^^##@#$%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;^&amp;amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up, it is already 8.30 a.m. I will get your coffee.. Daily I am warning you not to sit late in front of computer blah blah blablah blah bla *****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom will you stop shouting at me, u have woke me up from my beautiful dream, I was half a way through my vote of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note :- Vote of thanks to be continued in my next dream hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Line maro:-- Do u believe in love at first sight, or u want me to come again;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113845411208422735?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113845411208422735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113845411208422735&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113845411208422735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113845411208422735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/01/vote-of-thanks-ladies.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113793601835168967</id><published>2006-01-22T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:54:42.950Z</updated><title type='text'>My Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh No, this is my first post in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to everyone. When I think of new year,new year resolution come to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have made a resolution for the year 2006.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/400/image001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My Resolution for this Year - 1024 by 768 pixels!!!!!!hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's yours??? Before some more PJ's lemmi hop some blogs.. Missing all those stuff from sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113793601835168967?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113793601835168967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113793601835168967&amp;isPopup=true' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113793601835168967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113793601835168967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-resolution.html' title='My Resolution'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113557560589210357</id><published>2005-12-26T05:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:55:19.253Z</updated><title type='text'>What a Family?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maria a beautiful Girl fell in love with Jose. She planned to marry very&lt;br /&gt;soon. She was so happy about her wedding plans, she decided to tell her papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Papa told her, "Maria, you'll have to find another groom . Your Mother does not know this, but&lt;br /&gt;Jose is your half-brother".&lt;br /&gt;So Maria forgot about her Jose, and soon planned to marry Ricardo. But&lt;br /&gt;after telling papa again, he said, "Maria there's trouble still. You cannot marry Ricardo, my darling. Please don't tell your mother, but Ricardo and Jose are your half-brothers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria had no choice but to go to her mama. Mama already knew and said&lt;br /&gt;"My darling, do what makes you happy. Marry Ricardo or marry Jose, because&lt;br /&gt;you are not related to Papa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/04.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113557560589210357?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113557560589210357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113557560589210357&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113557560589210357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113557560589210357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-family.html' title='What a Family?'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113544127127257585</id><published>2005-12-24T16:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:21:11.273Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/christmas%20tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/christmas%20tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Countdown Begins for New year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113544127127257585?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113544127127257585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113544127127257585&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113544127127257585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113544127127257585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-countdown-begins-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113500342985480588</id><published>2005-12-19T14:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:10:17.463Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bangalore to be renamed oops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bombay has done it,Madras has done it ,Calcutta has done it, calicuthas done it. Could the country's IT hub, Bangalore lag behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am talking of rechristening of the cities. Now it is the time for Bangalore to get christened to Bengaluru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the major cities are also likely to get renamed to pre-colonial,pre-sultan names..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysore to Mysooru&lt;br /&gt;Belguam to Belgaavi&lt;br /&gt;Hubli to hubbali&lt;br /&gt;Mangalore to mangalooru.&lt;br /&gt;Bijapur to Vijapura&lt;br /&gt;Gulbarga to Kalburgi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the first priority for the developing country is to change name, in order to move the title to developed country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder is Administrators are borrowing this idea by soap queen Ekta, by adding extra K her TRP gets better, serial go hit.. who knows states transport, poverty, unemployment may get solved :):)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next it could be Delhi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113500342985480588?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113500342985480588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113500342985480588&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113500342985480588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113500342985480588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/12/bangalore-to-be-renamed-oops-bombay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113473628149987691</id><published>2005-12-16T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:32:22.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Murthy one of the most admired CEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Wow N.R. Narayan Murthy (Infosysis) spots 8th place as a Global TOP CEO. Bill gate Tops the numer uno position.. Murthy scores one step a head of GE CEO, Jeffery.. Something India tobe proud of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping Devegouda Ex. P.M. Learnt this. Narayana Murthy, had resigned from the chairmanship of the Bangalore International Airport Limited following a remark made by former prime minister H D Deve Gowda.Deve Gowda had said that the Infosys boss had made no contribution in the last five years to bring the Bangalore International Airport Limited to fruition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one makes country proud, BCCI selectors make mockery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/sound_wave_history.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/sound_wave_history.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I an't a supportor or Fan of Sourav Ganguly but BCCI's attitude of humilating Gangualy is not in a good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His exclusion from the Indian squad for the Next Test inspite of satisfactory performance is not the way such a senior player &amp; one of the sucessful Captain of India deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at time Ganguly was liability for the team. He lacked the consistency as a player. Atleast he deserve a fair farewell.. Selectors atleast should not include him for one game &amp;amp; oust him out for another without valid reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113473628149987691?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113473628149987691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113473628149987691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113473628149987691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113473628149987691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/12/murthy-one-of-most-admired-ceo.html' title='Murthy one of the most admired CEO'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113456694959634131</id><published>2005-12-14T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T13:55:44.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/nnn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/320/nnn.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/nnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Not your Friend If*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have to think before Speaking to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Not your Friend If***** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My friendship ever make you feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Not your Friend If***** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you have to thank me for everything I do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Not your Friend If***** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you think I am not curious for your new philosophy of life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Not your Friend If***** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you you think listening to your dreams put me to sleep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am Not your Friend If*****&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you have to ask for favors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Not your Friend If***** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you think I can not remember the first time we met.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life there are some person who are so close to your heart, u are not ashamed of discussing your shortcomings or boast one's strength. That unique person in my life is my best friend Nish. She Is getting married.Now I am in mixed emotion. I am happy she is getting settled, at the same time I am sad that life wont be same for us. From now onwards our relation is reduced to electronics. I know things wont be same once She go to Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to share about us, but now I am so blank.&lt;br /&gt;I wish marraige brings her lots of happiness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113456694959634131?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113456694959634131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113456694959634131&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113456694959634131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113456694959634131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/12/mixed-emotion.html' title='Mixed Emotion'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113413947849714259</id><published>2005-12-09T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:14:53.426Z</updated><title type='text'>My little Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="304" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/anamika9/4.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;All the fan of John Abraham please pray for John. John recieved the death threat from specific source while shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Abraham, who was admitted to Lilavati hospital yesterday for mouth ulcers caused by irregular food habits while shooting .John is a strict vegetarian, but there was no proper vegetarian food available where he was shooting. Poor John..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My only request to all the people in universe is to spare all the good looking hunks for girl's sake..&lt;/strong&gt; hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113413947849714259?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113413947849714259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113413947849714259&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113413947849714259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113413947849714259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-little-prayer.html' title='My little Prayer'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113335614142120506</id><published>2005-11-30T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:22:27.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When Men say/ What they think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;I don¡Çt want to marry working gal. It is your choice &lt;/strong&gt;= You stupid, Why do I think I am in love with you(Colleague) , before I met you, I have seen your pay slip which attracted me more than you. else I would have fallen in love with my neighbor so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I like a gal who loves my family, I love my parents, they are more than anything to me&lt;/strong&gt; = You stupid if u don¡Çt behave well with my parents, my mom she is a modern lady, she may donate whole property to some old age home. I love my parent¡Çs property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;I don¡Çt see a beauty in a women , I like simple, soft spoken gal &lt;/strong&gt;= Who will keep a watch dog on you, Agar ghar me he achcha kana mile tho bahar ka restaurant ka kya hoga? . Mera karnaama dekh kar chup baitne wali chahiye samji tum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;I am seeing a good friend in a gal &lt;/strong&gt;= I know me very well,no one else can stand me, atleast dosti nibhane ke liye wo thodi adjust karegi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;strong&gt;Don¡Çt want to marry for next five years &lt;/strong&gt;= I want to flirt for 5 years with out any responsibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;I love you so much. I was missing you Honey &lt;/strong&gt;= I was missing Sex so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Till sex they will hug you, once over they will say, let us play Rock &amp; Roll. Rock &amp;amp; Roll, Rock &amp; Roll , they will push you down the bed, they will keep one Rock under the bed &amp;amp; they will sleep grrrrrrrrrrr grrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113335614142120506?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113335614142120506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113335614142120506&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113335614142120506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113335614142120506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-men-say-what-they-think-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113318604969748774</id><published>2005-11-28T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:11:18.400Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TP time :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/anamika9/catty.jpg" width="282" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;HUGZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi friends, Everybody keep your Lal sheesha (Red mirror ) Ready.Shekhar Kapoor is Casting me in his movie Ms. India. hehhehe Friends just Kidding, I got this idea from Uttara Ms. Ghayab..&lt;br /&gt;I was out on some emergency Project.. Will discuss it later :). Even I missed you all lot.. Hugzzzz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some joke section during lunch hour with my buddies.. I wanna share some with u all Girly jokes, Some % of NV too&lt;br /&gt;Contributed by myself, Yash, Deep, Preeti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady1:- Jab tumara divorce hua tha, tab ek hi bachcha tha, Abh theen kaisa&lt;br /&gt;Lady2:-- Woh kabhi kabhi maafi mangne aa jaate hai hehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joke2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady1 :--- Howcome your husband is always home on time??&lt;br /&gt;Lady 2:---I have made a simple rule. SEx will be at 9 P.M sharp whether u r here or Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joke3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad:-- Beta , tume kaisa biwi chahiye&lt;br /&gt;beta:-- dad, muje chand jaisa biwi chahiye, Jo raat ko aaye, aur subaha chale jaaye hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;joke4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;It is said one should not take worry to bed, But many woman sleep with thier husband hehehehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joke5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:-- what if Mallika sherawat plays the role of draupadi in Mahabharat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;A:-- Duryodhan would say "Pehle isko kapde pehnao, tabhi to wastra haran karunga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joke 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Twins in a Womb&lt;br /&gt;Twin 1:--- Dad Came dad came&lt;br /&gt;Twin 2:--- It is not dad, It is Uncle, Dad dont wear rain coat heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty mind, now its enuf Take care friends, Have a Good day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113318604969748774?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113318604969748774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113318604969748774&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113318604969748774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113318604969748774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/11/tp-time-hugzzzz-hi-friends-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113223401021181351</id><published>2005-11-17T13:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-17T14:23:59.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;My favourite Madhuri Numbers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/anamika9/madhuri-dixit.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Be it a cultural program in school, collage or hostel , it has to be Madhuri's Number.. grew up with madhuri's moments.. There may be n number of times, sprained legs &amp; hands while trying to match up with Dance diva.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some of my Madhuri's favourite..&lt;br /&gt;1. Cholii ke piichhe kyaa hai, cholii ke piichhe (Kal Nayak) --- Those Jatka matka Wow oh lala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2. Meraa piyaa ghar aayaa, o raamajii (Yaarana) ------Jatka matka Facial expression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. Ek do tiin, chaar paa.Nch chhe saat (Tejab) ---- Should I mention here;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4. Diidii teraa devar divaanaa haay raam ku.Duyo.n ko Daale daanaa (HAHK)--- Those Hip moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5.Dhak-dhak karane lagaa, moraa jiyaraa Darane lagaa (Beta) --- Oh la la No coments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;6. maaii ne maaii mu.NDer pe tere bol rahaa hai kaagaa (HAHK)---- Those innocent expressions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;7. Ankhiyaan milaaoon kabhi ankhiyaan churaaoon Kya tune kiya jaadu(Raja) ---- Rocking &amp;amp; rolling the eye moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;8. Dola Re Dola Re Dola Re Dola (Devdas) ---- Aish was better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;9. dekha hai pahali baar saajan ki aankhon mein pyar (Saajan)---- Again facial expressions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113223401021181351?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113223401021181351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113223401021181351&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113223401021181351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113223401021181351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-favourite-madhuri-numbers.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113177926519819979</id><published>2005-11-12T07:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-15T08:20:55.613Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Are Indian's Different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Indians are the oldest to lose the Virginity at the average age of 19.8 years. What is the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need not be proud on these claims. Mr. Surveyor. Don’t have to mistake with Ramaism(Stalk on one partner).&lt;br /&gt;If given the opportunity, Indians will lose virginity at 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginity is not a dignity or a security, it is just a lack of opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Indians believe in spending quantity time with the partner than the quality time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 95% of time the couple spend their time in fighting &amp; arguing for silly reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Major problem with Indians is lack of privacy, parents &amp;amp; society restriction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Like US UK, people does not own a car to carry on the Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. They get so less pocket money, majority can hardly plan a single movie for entire month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If they dare to find a plan ground, they are watched by big brothers (cops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If they chose a bush, they are haunted by Snakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If they gather courage to book a room in a hotel, they are worried about Cops raid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If they steal some private moment in a car, they are knocked by patrolling cops (Monsoon Wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If they spend some quite moment on beaches, they are troubled by eunuch (Hizda's) , also cops raping them.(Marine Drive incident)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If they dare to go to each other's home, then there will be atleast one ailing grandparents at home, who act as a security guard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo chale kahi door chale pyaar ke liye jagah teek nahi. Indian's are no different from rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dare courage too. We are too calculative. We have lesser vision.. If We roam with some guy, We want to get marry with that person, not bothered whether we are compatible, we can spend whole life with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were different then India would not be second highest in the world population?. Indian don’t encourage Sex education in school to their children. They just believe in dark room ACT. Not only children need right education , but also the adults, street dwellers need the education &amp; punishment too, for expanding the population, who does not have right to get a innocent life on earth if they cant feed, educate, give basic necessity to the children they are responsible for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even some politician also need some education, for supporting these slum dwellers &amp;amp; expanded family which they look up as a voting bank instead of threat to the country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113177926519819979?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113177926519819979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113177926519819979&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113177926519819979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113177926519819979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/11/are-indians-different-indians-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113162059921438532</id><published>2005-11-10T09:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-15T08:23:43.753Z</updated><title type='text'>I M back to blogville</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hi friends, I was down with cold &amp; cough.. I am back now. I am tagged again by my buddy Hirdu. Here I go with my 20 things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. I have immense faith in god. I am very religious.My friends get shocked to know this. I display dual character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. I am very stubborn. It is an inherited quality from my Zodiac Aries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; 3. I am not environmental conscious.. I am least bothered of what people think &amp; bla bla. I truely believe in "Its my life".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4. I am Very Very emotional, I can cry for anyone on this earth for thier problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; 5. I cannot sleep in afternoon's. I dont let my roommates too. Max time I grant 5 to 10 min. Then I start disturbing. One can see all M.F hussein's painting on thier faces if the granted time is extended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6. I ignore when some one hurt me, If I take to my heart then I plan worst. I hatch plan to kill them. Or kill myself to trouble them. I think of bieng suicide bomb or even joining some terror outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7. I have black mole on my tongue. If I say something many times it come true.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;8. I don't believe in ghost. I am not scared too. I feel I am the big devil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;9. I have not fought with my sibblings till now. They are too close to my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10.I believe in Destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;11.Some people have misused me for thier selfish needs. This pains me a lot all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;12. I am not greedy. I have my own boundaries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;13. My friends feel I am big flirt. I act like that when in a company. In fact I dont have much interest in handsome hunks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;14. I like a gutsy guy with sense of humour. I hate coward guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;15. I dont regret for any of my action. I have all the reason for my action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;16. My first crush was my classmate. The quality which attracted me is his lazzyness,bunking classes, Daring nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;***I fought for him with placement officier when he was debarred from holding infosys job &amp; banned him for attending any more placement interviews cause he attended the infy interview even though his cut off % was less than 65%. I am proud to say that I won &amp;amp; placement officier appreciated my guts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;17. I strongly believe rules are made to break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;18. I never like gandhiji &amp; his teaching. I am inspired with real heroes. I am a fan of Gaurav Sabnis a blogger for his courage to hold his stand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;19. There is no word impossible in my dictionary. I know If I want I can make it possible the immpossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;20. I regret for not getting into IIT's. May be little more preparation &amp;amp; hard work could make my dream true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113162059921438532?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113162059921438532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113162059921438532&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113162059921438532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113162059921438532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-m-back-to-blogville.html' title='I M back to blogville'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113075671681188227</id><published>2005-10-31T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:22:44.926Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY DIWALI TO YOU &amp; YOUR FAMILY.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;India is now 277 for 4, 6 overs to go 21 runs needed. Doni boi is playing outstandingly well. Return of the King Tendulkar has made a good impact on the team?Or Departure of Prince GanGully has bought good luck to the team? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyways India is Winning 297 for 4 , Dhoni is 177.. India Winning, Winning &amp; Won. Dhoni 183 not out.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ooops I screwed up my templete, hehehe I did not have thing else to screw up this week end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113075671681188227?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113075671681188227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113075671681188227&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113075671681188227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113075671681188227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-diwali-to-you-your-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113048993683241848</id><published>2005-10-28T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T06:22:52.753Z</updated><title type='text'>~*~Types Of Girls~*~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113048993683241848?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113048993683241848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113048993683241848&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113048993683241848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113048993683241848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/10/types-of-girls.html' title='~*~Types Of Girls~*~'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113023868936337171</id><published>2005-10-25T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:26:58.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tagged again by Uttara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.Last movie you saw in a theatre? ~*~ Shri Krishna Leela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.What book are you reading? ~*~So boring Quality Management book Instead of Kamasutra 3.Favorite board game? ~*~ In a board meeting or team meeting, Asking a tricky question to the presentator for which he does not have answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 4.Favorite magazine? ~*~ anything which u have to hide under the bedsheet to read ;) (Away from mom's microscopic eye's) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5.Favorite smell? ~*~ Body odour of a hunk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6.Favorite food? ~*~ Something cooked &amp; served by a handsome chef &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7.Favorite sound? ~*~ Erotic noise.. Have anyone remember Parinda climax scene, Where Madhuri usher some noise ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8.Worst feeling in the world? ~*~ The guy whom I am line marofying, is secretly dating my Enemy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9.What is the first thing you think of when you wake up? ~*~ Saala subah ho gaya, I have to get up from the bed now.. Oh noooooooo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Favorite fast food place? ~*~ Rajdhani express pantry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11.Future child's name? ~*~ Depending on who fathers the child ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If Afrikan then ----------- Mogambo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If Chinese then------------Ching ming ping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If Japanise then-------------Yew pew mew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; If American then ofcourse--- Bill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If British then ------------------Charles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If Australian------------------Fleming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; If German then -----------Neil ha ha ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If Indian then I have to think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12.Finish this statement. If I had a lot of money :~*~ Lots How much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok let me complete the sentence... If I had lots of money, I will go on date to moon with my honey.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13.Do you drive fast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~*~ Drive fast what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Ofcourse I drove Men Very fast ;) If u meant car,then FYI I am training Schemaker to drive hehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;14.Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~*~ When I was kid yes, now I preffer Fleshed animal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;15.Storms cool or scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ~*~ U asking me or storm Storm replies that I am scary to them I reply Storms are cool to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;16.What was your first car? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;~*~ No in past, No in Present.. Definately in Near future ... If someone is presenting me, I dont mind ferrari or BMW, If I have to buy myself then it is either mit subishi lancer or Tata Indica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;17.Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ~*~ Fruit punch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;18. Finish this statement, "If I had the time I would..." :~*~ I would what, date many more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;19.Do you eat the stems on broccoli? ~*~ I eat roots on broccoli &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;20.If you could dye your hair any color, what would be your choice? ~*~ U could see the peacock on my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;21.Name all the different cities/ towns you have lived in? ~*~ Earth, earth can only tolerate my blunder.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;22.Half empty or half full? ~*~ what my brain? hahaha It is Empty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;23.Favorite sports to watch? ~*~ My favorite sports? is it legal to watch ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 24.One nice thing about the person who tagged you? ~*~ Sweetoooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 25.Morning person, or night owl? ~*~ of course night owl ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;26.Over easy, or sunny side-up? ~*~ Sunny side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; 27.Favorite place to relax? ~*~ My man's Arm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;28.Favorite pie? ~*~ Apple pie &amp;amp; a chocolate pie sandwiched with a Scotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113023868936337171?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113023868936337171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113023868936337171&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113023868936337171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113023868936337171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/10/tagged-again-by-uttara-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-113016318631110938</id><published>2005-10-24T15:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T06:21:58.010Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Men D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-113016318631110938?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/113016318631110938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=113016318631110938&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113016318631110938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/113016318631110938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/10/men-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-112988703778766264</id><published>2005-10-21T10:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:52:21.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Oooops, Which one shal I follow ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Laziness is the worst enemy of humans. . . - Jawaharlal Nehru.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Humans should learn to love even their worst enemies...!!! - Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-112988703778766264?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/112988703778766264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=112988703778766264&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112988703778766264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112988703778766264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/10/oooops-which-one-shal-i-follow.html' title='Oooops, Which one shal I follow ;)'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-112971651055638980</id><published>2005-10-19T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:32:02.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Me Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uttara has tagged me, I thought let me have some fun playing this..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$even things i plan to do :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1* Take CSQA certification ( I want to be the best, Test always help in updating the knowledge) 2* Pierce my Naval Button (To sport that I should always maintain a flat abs) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3* Get a Butterfly tattoo (I love tattoos, also had learnt some lesson from someone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4* Diwali Shopping (Wanna Shop till I drop) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5* Learn French (hehehe, I am Line marofying the Frenchman;)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6* Go on holiday ( Plan pending since sometime) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7* Grow My hair bit longer, color it &amp; get reverse graduation cut (I am so impatient with my hair, My hair never get to romance with my shoulder, I chop it up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; $even things i can do :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; 1* Play Prank On any tom, Dick, harry (In office I am full time pass, Entertain other team mate with my prank.. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2* Never give up..until death &amp; Not bother about consequences &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3* Make friendship with any stranger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4* I love challenges &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5* Be very frank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6* Hate like snake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7* Spend whole day in front of Mirror, Modelling he he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; $even things i cant do :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1*Cheat someone for my benifit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2* Without my Cell Phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3*Without Net Connection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4* Without music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5* without thinking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;6* Without my friend's phone call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7* Without News &amp; Coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;$even things i say most often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1*Oh my god &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2*Chup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; 3* Wow Lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4* Actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;5* No probs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; 6* Stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;7* What a Pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$even things what i love doing the most:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can any one guess?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-112971651055638980?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/112971651055638980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=112971651055638980&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112971651055638980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112971651055638980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-tagged.html' title='Me Tagged'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-112962458633212190</id><published>2005-10-18T09:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T09:51:15.546Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Prostitution be legalized?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now the hot topics making round is legalizing the Prostitution.. In first place, is prostitution morally correct? Forget about the moral, Can the act be considered as a Job for livelihood? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok , for e.g. if one consider it as a Job, then It is the only job, where people get demoted with aging, experience and skill.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If it is legalized who will be benefited? Pimps, brothel owners will turn into&lt;br /&gt;revenue generating business.. Even some parents might force their daughter&lt;br /&gt;into it for money.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In current scenario 90% of girls are forcibly pushed into prostitution, either&lt;br /&gt;by brokers, or by kidnappers.. Which lead them to continue with it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why don’t government try to get these people employed into fair job instead&lt;br /&gt;of thinking of legalizing immoral thing.. Many people think it is an easy job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is it so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Getting intimate with the stranger is a easy task for a lady? Being a female I say No.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Forget getting intimate, I don’t like a person who intentionally touch me without my consent.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I get irritated &amp; angry.. For me to get intimate with someone, first he should make a space in my heart..&lt;br /&gt;May be same with others too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What are the disadvantage in these people's life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. They don’t get a Social status. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Majority are suffering from Aids, HIV + , other types of STD's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Lose Job by the age of 40 etc etc. Lead miserable life later on.. I don’t think legalizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the prostitution is necessary, what is needed is counseling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And providing alternative job for living. It will not only benefit the girls, it also help males..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Many guys visit them for inquisitiveness&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; suffer minimum 6 months in tension.. Every guy visiting Prostitute is worried if he has&lt;br /&gt;contacted the disease. Initial test will not prove the virus presence in the blood.. It will take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6 months.. For 5 min of pleasure, is 6 months tension or life time disease worth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If he has contacted infection, then his life is doomed.. One of my neighbor committed suicide&lt;br /&gt;when he realized he has contacted the disease.. ok given a thought, it is legalized. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How it will help these people? Govt. issue a license to these girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With license also the HIV status to be mentioned.. Me bieng a client, I will ask the prostitute to&lt;br /&gt;show me her license, when I officially come to know that she is suffering from some disease will&lt;br /&gt;I sleep with her? Many advice of Safety? Can any product provide 100% safety.. What if there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;is a flaw in a product ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Call it a bad luck? Once I was watching the talk show, the prostitute is defending her act as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;saying they help the society..&lt;br /&gt;If it was not them, every girl on the street would have got raped. Because of them, we girls can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;walk safely.. It was the big joke I heard in life.."Mam, don't do the social service, We are capable of&lt;br /&gt;protecting our self"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-112962458633212190?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/112962458633212190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=112962458633212190&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112962458633212190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112962458633212190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/10/prostitution-be-legalized-now-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-112927977721287921</id><published>2005-10-14T09:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:12:32.330Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330000;"&gt;Suhaag raat  part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Note :- This post is completely a imaginary one.. Any resemblance to any one dead or alive is just a mere co-incidence.. If it resemble to any one else, I sympathies them whole heartedly.. I am not mentioning any specific continent , country race or religion.. Because I don’t want to hurt anyone's sentiment.. The names specified in this Post are my future kids name.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Scene 1 A bride in her best designed lingerie waiting for the groom. Groom enters the room with Whiskey &amp; red wine. The groom pours the wine in a glass to the Lady &amp;amp; a Whiskey to himself.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Both are very much excited about their first Suhag Raat after marriage.. Legal marriage surely excites .. Just thinking about the alimony after Divorce is all the fun in the marriage.. Oh gawd , Soo much money , plus new person to romance..(After Divorce) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Both are about to get cozy... They hear some noise outside the bed room.. Mark, Stella are fighting &amp; hitting little Steve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Mark is Groom's son, Stella is Bride's daughter, Steve is bride's &amp;amp; groom's 8 months Son.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Bride:- Oh gawd, screams in horror.. Honey look her, your son &amp; my daughter are hitting our Son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Groom:- Honey u take care of Steve, I will take care of Mark &amp;amp; Stella.. ( Groom &amp; Bride exchange Good night kisses &amp;amp; head to children’s bed room) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-112927977721287921?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/112927977721287921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=112927977721287921&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112927977721287921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112927977721287921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/10/suhaag-raat-part-iinote-this-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-112901970827430287</id><published>2005-10-11T09:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T14:13:32.273Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Suhaag Raat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note:- This is just an imaginary post, does not resemble to any one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Scene 1:- South Indian Suhaag Raat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Groom is waiting for a bride in a Room. Bride with her heavy Jewellary sets, loads of flowers &amp; most important with her shy enters the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ist step Groom helping the bride come out of her shyness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Groom :- Suhaag raat hain main usse apni shyness se bahar aane ke liye madad kar raha hoon--Saala Bahut affort lag gaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;2nd step Groom :- Suhaag raat hain main uski jhulfo se Phool nikal raha hoon, (mann me soch raha hai Yeah sar hai kya, phoolo ka Godown) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;3rd step Groom :- Suhaag raat hain main uski Jewar (Jewellary) uttar raha hoon, Jewer uttarte uttarte subah ho gaya, maine pain killar ka kar so gaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2:- North Indian Suhag Raat&lt;/strong&gt; Bride totally decked with all her make up, Ghunghat ood kar Groom ki intezaar kar rahi hai.. Groom enters the room &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Groom :- Suhaag raat hain ghoonghat utha raha hoon main, First attempt Sucessful, looks at the beautiful face of the bride just cannot stop singing this song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Groom :- Chehra Hai Ya Chand Khila Hai Zulf Ghaneri Shaam Hai Kya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bride:-1 min, Zulf, Thanks for reminding, (She removes the wig, carefully keep in her ward robe). This I hired from the beautician for marraige. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Groom :- No probs Cool Baal Nakli hua tho kya hua, so he continues his song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Groom:- Saagar Jaisi Aankhon Vaali &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bride :- 1 min, let me remove my contact lens Groom panics, yeah Aankhe bhi Nakli hai, Chalo koi baat nahi Kamar tho pathli hai na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;He starts singing Groom :- Patli kamar chikna badan tirchhi nazar hai Masti bhari teri baali umar hai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bride:- Wait, Let me wear my magnetic waist belt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Groom:- Aab kya hua? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bride:- Slip disc Problem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Groom gets frustrated anything else u wanna displace or replace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bride:- yes, this teeth set &amp;amp; artificial legs (She goes to her cupboard, keeps all her assets neatly, comes back to bed) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Frustrated groom asks her, Abhe ye tho batao, Suhag raat main Cupboard me manao kya bed pe.. ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-112901970827430287?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/112901970827430287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=112901970827430287&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112901970827430287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112901970827430287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/10/suhaag-raatnote-this-is-just-imaginary.html' title=''/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-112841730278156021</id><published>2005-10-04T10:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:02:32.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Any Calamities , we have a Solution .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Any problems you have, we have only one solution BAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is Rape increasing in Town------- Ban women from wearing mini skirts, tight tops,tight jeans and shorts, saying this will help prevent rape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MMS is circulated in College------Ban the Cell phone with Camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If Policitical Party is not in power &amp; losing its charishma make news ------ Ban the Valentine's day.. If Ban cannot be imposed ask activists to stage demonstrations outside bars, clubs and colleges that plan to organize celebrations on Valentine's Day. If some one question what is wrong in Valentine's day ,Reply back "``What is this Valentine's Day and who brought this Western craze here, which is alien to our culture?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If the city is flooded --- Ban the Plastic..Say the ban on plastics is a crucial step to unblock the river sources and springs.Shopkeepers and customers violate the ban Fine them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Crime rate is Increasing in the city --- Ban the dance bars, on the grounds that they corrupt the youth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One night get up from sleep &amp;amp; Analyse the Cancer rate --- Ban on Gutka, paan masala &amp; also ban new films or TV programmes from portraying smoking... How will ban help stopping people from smoking when the bold letter caution on the Pack really mattered a least?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Banning addictive substances does not stop people from using them. Rather, it leads to illegal, parallel markets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dont have Girl friends ---- Ban couple in Park &amp;amp; Band stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dont know to dance ---- Ban the discotheque. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If Girls start wearing Bhurkha will the man go impotent? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If people dont use cell phone with Camera, people stop shooting obsence picture? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If valentines day is banned, you get lost power? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If Plastic is banned, filed garbage in the city Vanishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; If Dance bar is Banned, Indian youth will join Sat sang &amp; start Singing bhajans? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If Gutka if Banned, people start eating Loly pop? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If the entry in park is banned, People stop falling in Love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If Discotheque is banned, People stop Dancing? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Solution lies not just with the ban but also in providing safe and healthy alternatives. Define rules &amp;amp; regulation, see things fall in that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-112841730278156021?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/112841730278156021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=112841730278156021&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112841730278156021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112841730278156021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/10/any-calamities-we-have-solution.html' title='Any Calamities , we have a Solution .'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-112797751043098218</id><published>2005-09-29T08:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T06:18:39.860Z</updated><title type='text'>Why Woman Has Two hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-112797751043098218?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/112797751043098218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=112797751043098218&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112797751043098218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112797751043098218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-woman-has-two-hands.html' title='Why Woman Has Two hands'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-112772047664252788</id><published>2005-09-26T08:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:41:53.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;According to news agencies, the whole Zimbabwean team is going to resign at the end of the current series. No international cricket will be played by or in Zimbabwe after the current test series is over. The Zimbabwe Cricket Union (ZCU) will also be dissolved. Zimbabwean cricket captain Tatenda Taibu and senior member Heath Streak were unable for comment when contacted by Reuters. President of Zimbabwe, Robert Mugabe described the decision to dissolve ZCU as "a sad day for Zimbabwe cricket". When asked about the reason for the action, President Mugabe said "It is a great loss for the country of Zimbabwe. Not only the cricket team, but the entire nation is demoralized. We could have easily continued playing cricket after losing to any country in the world, but the shock of watching India's captain Sourav Ganguly make a hundred against us was too much to bear. That is all I have to say." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-112772047664252788?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/112772047664252788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=112772047664252788&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112772047664252788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112772047664252788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/09/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11986678.post-112746018736878253</id><published>2005-09-23T08:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T10:40:16.543Z</updated><title type='text'>When a doc is a Peeping Tom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Note:- Some serious post from me, But Real one Earlier days popular saying, "Food, shelter &amp; Cloths" but now the younger generation changed it to "Make up, Cloths, Shelter, Food" Every female is craze to look beautiful.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the market offers to change every ninche of your features, figures..From Nose job, smile design,leaps fillup, shaping Boob jobs( breast enhancement) to butt firming.. Initial days these only film actess would undergo these surgery in abroad. But now every street in mumbai, show case the advertisement in local news paper, with mere price for the correction.. Some shocking stories making rounds in papers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so shocked because I had regularly seen these advertiment from the day one, I stepped into Mumbai. Open any mid day, one can find the advertisement of Rashmi Parmar &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; Pradeep Parmar &amp; thier various beauty treatment. They offered Breast enhancement treatment for just 2500 Rs. Which is really impossible ( silicon implants). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a look at this pic, how would the Victim feel, that she was used as a sexual object while she was unconscious. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6779/994/1600/doc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;his graphic photo extracted from the porn CD in Sunday Mid Day’s possession shows Dr Parmar masturbating while touching the private parts of a teenage patient &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A well-known medico Dr Pradip Parmar, who runs five beauty care clinics in the city, allegedly made porn CDs of unsuspecting female clients, which were then used to blackmail his patients into having sexual intercourse with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“He films a patient when vulnerable and then threatens to reveal it to her family unless she gives in to a one-night stand in a hotel. What the girl doesn’t know is that even that is being filmed.” “Once you are caught in his trap, it is difficult to get out,” Says a victim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forget about breast enhancement, for a simple full hand waxing, a facial message one needs to change. Even though the services are offered by female beauticians, sometimes they are hand in glows with some notorious people. In some of the beauty parlour or message parlours they carry on with prostitution activity too.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even for a simple service it is better one should go to ISO certified parlour even one has to shell extra amount..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11986678-112746018736878253?l=prettywoman9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/feeds/112746018736878253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11986678&amp;postID=112746018736878253&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112746018736878253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11986678/posts/default/112746018736878253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettywoman9.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-doc-is-peeping-tom.html' title='When a doc is a Peeping Tom?'/><author><name>Rupa (BNB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00065452057155554566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E1PkVeHmvi4/S9_1kq66kRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5YndRhUKqyA/S220/rupa+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry></feed>
