<?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-5833472495148796943</id><updated>2012-01-15T02:17:33.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts in my head</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833472495148796943.post-8841076478579846291</id><published>2009-02-01T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T15:56:01.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is special !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;w:sdt contentlocked="t" sdtgroup="t" id="89512093"&gt;   &lt;/w:sdt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;div  style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color rgb(79, 129, 189); border-width: medium medium 1pt; padding: 0in 0in 2pt; font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;p class="underline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="PadderBetweenControlandBody" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This post is for a very special person but without a special reason or occasion. My brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He was around from the day I was born, being 2 years older than me. My sudden intrusion into his peaceful world was not appreciated a lot in the beginning (I hear that from mum) but slowly he got used to me being around. He has always fit into the image of a perfect elder brother. I have this faint memory of him pillion riding me around in his 3 wheeler bicycle when I was 3 or 4. What I remember the most is fighting with him.:) I remember how everyone kept telling him that I was his younger sister so he should never hit me when we have a fight, and how I almost never missed a chance to hit him resting assured that he won’t hit me back. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’t always right! ;) we had a lot of fist fights as kids . But as I think of them now, I cherish them as a part of growing up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I must admit I was a pretty difficult sibling to grow up with and quite irritating too.:) I have always been the one losing my temper, being stubborn, screaming, demanding. I remember the time when we moved to the new town and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’t make any friends and how I used to tag along with him on his bicycle and force him to take me to his friend’s house to play with them. I remember teasing him for being fat till I turned into a walking potato myself and I must admit that he never teased me half as much as I did.:) The fist fights stopped after a certain age, but then started the verbal arguments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. I must be honest enough to accept that I played the devil most of the time and started the fights. My brother has always loved to tease me, and I always retaliated and that has always made him want to tease me even more..he he..After having those really bad fights I would declare that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’t tie him a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rakhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that year and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’t want the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;rakhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-money either (that was the difficult part!;) )..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Time really flies and before I realized it was time for him to join college. When my brother left home, for the first time in 16 years was I alone at home. The feeling of not having someone to fight with was terrible sometimes but I always felt I was strong enough to not tell him that I actually missed him being around, missed fighting all the time. I am accepting it today, for the first time. When I joined college, my brother was around to help me. It’s the best thing one can have away from home. I made him pay many of my mess bills and he gladly did that for me with money from his account. That was really sweet of him. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;He has always been there at every step in my life advising me what to do. He has been the ‘caution bell’ in my life which always rang at the right time but I somehow always managed to miss all the ‘caution bells’ successfully and I really have no explanation as to how I managed to pull that off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. But I want to tell him that everything he says means a lot to me. I would like to divide my reaction into 3 stages- comprehend, contemplate, and execute. I comprehend them very well, I contemplate on them a lot but I somehow (without fail) fail to execute them.:-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I can’t thank god enough for giving me such a wonderful sibling. Dear bro, I want to tell you that except for that one time in my life (you know when), I have always tried (I stress on the word ‘tried’ ;) ) to listen to what you say and I have always loved you for everything you have done for me. You have taught me a LOT of things and I hope to learn a lot more:-D I feel so very proud to have you as my brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/5833472495148796943-8841076478579846291?l=ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/8841076478579846291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5833472495148796943&amp;postID=8841076478579846291' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/8841076478579846291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/8841076478579846291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-one-is-special.html' title='This one is special !'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833472495148796943.post-5240709194278925029</id><published>2008-10-05T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:13:37.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, work and more work</title><content type='html'>I have enough work to keep me up the whole night. I am running on very little sleep for the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why at this point of time i thought of writing this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;I am in a very weird state of mind right now. I have been quite busy in the last few weeks and i have been doing some really good and interesting work. But why now??!! I had more important things to do and take care of. My priority is something else right now, but i am not able to do justice to either of them.&lt;br /&gt;The last two years were the most idle years of my life and that was when i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want them to be so. Now, when i want some free time so badly, all i can see is a mountain of pending work.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly things that never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interested&lt;/span&gt; me seem to have become so interesting. I have not experienced the feeling of 'boredom' for a LONG time now.&lt;br /&gt;I love everything i am doing right now, but still i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want any of it. Its hard to explain and i am getting confused again. This post was needed for venting out a few emotions......and it will have to end now because i have to get back to WORK..!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833472495148796943-5240709194278925029?l=ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/5240709194278925029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5833472495148796943&amp;postID=5240709194278925029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/5240709194278925029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/5240709194278925029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/2008/10/work-work-and-more-work.html' title='Work, work and more work'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833472495148796943.post-7730077965364980558</id><published>2008-04-13T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T12:55:10.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some thoughts about 'bitching'</title><content type='html'>There are two kinds of people in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; life-ones you Bitch about and others you never bitch about.&lt;br /&gt;But these two categories are not watertight. As time goes by, people move from one category to the other.&lt;br /&gt;your life is smooth if there is a balance between both the kinds of people. If you are confused, take a pen and paper and start writing down the names of the people who belong to either category. according to my analysis, a state of balance is attained when less than/equal to 1/5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; or 20% of the people you know and interact with come under the second category i.e people you '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;' bitch about. If the number is more than 1/5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; then you are a saint. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; forget to tear that piece of paper if you really were making a note of the names!!&lt;br /&gt;Golden rule of bitching-'an effective/successful bitching materialises when the person about whom you bitch never comes to know about it, or even if he/she comes to know about it you have a ready excuse to cover it up, which means bitching needs to be practised time and again and only then you achieve perfection.'&lt;br /&gt;An example of bad bitching is the one which backfires at you. That should and can be avoided if you just be a little careful. Examples of that would be- bitching to the wrong person, bitching very loudly, bitching in a big and diverse group,etc. you just need to bitch at the right place at the right time. Bitching is sometimes also similar to a sudden urge to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;As rightly put by one of my friends- 'Bitching is good for the soul'.&lt;br /&gt;Bitching can be logically defined as- 'saying something about somebody that you wont/cant dare say on their face.'&lt;br /&gt;It is gender independent. Only 'girls' bitch is the worst prejudice ever and needs to be given some serious thought. The prejudice starts with the term '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bitch'ing&lt;/span&gt; itself. I mean, that makes me feel so helpless but i still have to use the word.&lt;br /&gt;It all sounds so silly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; it? but in the larger scheme of things it makes perfect sense because bitching transcends age groups/ time/ place /social status. It is a universal truth.&lt;br /&gt;And people who 'claim' that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; bitch are either lying or they are lying. and every time you hit a low and you think that you are bitching too much just remember- 'someone somewhere is bitching about you and they will keep doing it irrespective of whether you bitch or not.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All this is intended in a light hearted spirit and i support only the 'good' kind of bitching which wont cause any harm to anybody. i personally condemn dirty bitching.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833472495148796943-7730077965364980558?l=ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/7730077965364980558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5833472495148796943&amp;postID=7730077965364980558' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/7730077965364980558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/7730077965364980558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-are-two-kinds-of-people-in-every.html' title='some thoughts about &apos;bitching&apos;'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833472495148796943.post-5913260321140911634</id><published>2008-04-13T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:03:32.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the day is bad and you are sad</title><content type='html'>you are in a bad mood. some body pissed you off or something went wrong. you want be alone and dont want to talk to anybody. but you cant do that. you have to go out and spend time with others against your wish. how many times have you or i found ourselves in such a situation? i will say "very often".&lt;br /&gt;so the 'disaster day' becomes even more disastrous when you are expected to not only be with people but also laugh, smile and be happy. it increases your pain and your mood hits another low. every joke, every conversation is making you feel worse. the anger and frustration is boiling inside you, so what do you end up doing? scream at people around you? just make a very big face and sit there? walk off?&lt;br /&gt;i have done it so often and every time i do such a thing, it ends up in making me feel even more miserable. why do i still do it? because there are times you just lose it and its beyond your control. guess thats when they say 'meditation' helps.&lt;br /&gt; now come into the shoes of the person you just screamed at. well if you have a bad day doesnt mean that everyone around you has to be sad and quiet. accept it and try to reason it out.most of us get away with this kind of behaviour because people who care for us forgive us for being rude. Not always. life is not very kind to you always.how many times have i regretted having opened my mouth and saying something i shouldn't have ? I would say-"have lost count!"&lt;br /&gt;well now when i look back, there are so many instances where i wish i had just kept my mouth shut or reacted after a giving a thought to what i was doing. Anger is like a sewerage that is clogged. you have to channelize it in the right direction else you end up in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;once a person gave me a piece of his mind when in a similar situation i just lost my temper and said something rude. "ruchika, if YOU had a bad day and are frustrated with your life, please keep it to yourself! why are you spoiling my day by screaming at me??"&lt;br /&gt;That was a reaction i  can never forget.&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone gives that honest an opinion, but thats how most of the people feel about you for taking out your anger on them without any fault of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to preach the art of patience nor am i being idealistic. But i think, taking out your anger on others never really helps in any way.&lt;br /&gt; i am learning the art of 'self realisation'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833472495148796943-5913260321140911634?l=ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/5913260321140911634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5833472495148796943&amp;postID=5913260321140911634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/5913260321140911634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/5913260321140911634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-day-is-bad-and-you-are-sad.html' title='when the day is bad and you are sad'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833472495148796943.post-9213421159138550676</id><published>2008-03-22T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T10:57:33.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Play TAG!!</title><content type='html'>here are a few questions answered by me and i am going to tag ppl. i have heard its fun...lets see!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is one weird thing about you that nobody knows till date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with counting. Though i am not very good and accurate at it but i often count my steps while walking. if i am getting bored somewhere i just start counting things randomly.. trust me,its fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite Ice cream flavour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The craziest dream you had in the past one week?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just last night that i had this dream. i was travelling in a train with a friend and i was carrying two huge bags filled with valuables as my luggage. the journey was long and we reached our destination. we got down and started walking towards the taxi. the train left and when we stopped near the taxi, we realised that we forgot our luggage in the train. i start crying hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;i had seen this same dream before and in the aforesaid dream, the old dream became a reality and i blame myself for making the same mistake twice. it was all very messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One embarrassing thing you've done in public, which comes to your mind right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none that i would like to share..they are way too embarrassing;-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you going to be attending &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" href="http://www.mmsc-manipal.com/"&gt;MMSC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? Why or why not?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFCOURSE...!!!everyone should! check out the website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are supposed to answer the same questions, and pass it on to minimun 3 other people, and tell them that they've been tagged. After you've posted your replies on your blog, you let me know through mine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833472495148796943-9213421159138550676?l=ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/9213421159138550676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5833472495148796943&amp;postID=9213421159138550676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/9213421159138550676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/9213421159138550676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-play-tag.html' title='Lets Play TAG!!'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833472495148796943.post-535592925043286135</id><published>2008-03-12T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:06:46.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SiNg a sOnG</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i feel like singing out aloud...alas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, when i was young( i mean school days, i am still young!) i used to think that i have a good voice. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why, but i just knew from inside that i was meant to sing but i never had the guts to display my talent .i mean, i know it sounds 'boisterous' but once while travelling in the school bus, i was humming a song softly and i almost heard the girls sitting next to me talking among themselves that i sing well. wait, i am not assuming things here. i know its a different thing if someone actually comes up to you and praises you, but its like almost the same thing if you eavesdrop on someone praising you, isn't it? . i had friends who could sing, but then they learnt music. i never believed in the concept of learning how to sing. i think you are either born with it or you are not. you cant just develop it overnight by having someone to teach you!that concept never appealed to me. i used to practise singing when i was all alone, i used to record my voice and replay it but then i guess in those days the quality of tape recorders was not that great and hence my voice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; sound as good as it actually was!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so you see,i had this intense passion for singing inside me but it never found an outlet. and slowly time passed. and today i am 19 years old and i do think what if i had started singing when i was young? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...well but now i have grown tired of the ways of this world. nobody appreciates real talent. like if i start singing really well, other people might grow really jealous of me which will make them find ways to spoil my voice. they might call me over for a drink and give me something which will take away my beautiful voice and nowadays that adulteration is so widespread you never know if it might actually kill me. who wants to die? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; i prefer singing just for myself when i am all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; and remain happy and alive!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(this post is a result of extreme exaggeration and utter boredom and bids adieu to the reality for sometime.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833472495148796943-535592925043286135?l=ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/535592925043286135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5833472495148796943&amp;postID=535592925043286135' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/535592925043286135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/535592925043286135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-like-singing-out-aloud.html' title='SiNg a sOnG'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833472495148796943.post-6035872493714493132</id><published>2008-03-03T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T07:58:23.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you Angry?</title><content type='html'>'Anger'...how many people do you or i know who are short tempered? I am sure there are many. they basically are those who lose control over their composure very soon and react without weighing the consequences.. here is a list of personal observation about what all people do when they become angry-&lt;br /&gt;1. most commonly people throw things and express anger. these kind of people are not very dangerous as long as they do not throw something which might break or explode.&lt;br /&gt;Again there is a sub class under this category-&lt;br /&gt;a. people who are foolish enough to throw things which might break for ex mobile phones.( this kind suffers the most.)&lt;br /&gt;b. people who use their brains and throw around things like pillows, sheets of paper, and other unbreakable objects.(i have had a personal experience with this friend of mine who lost her temper at one occasion and made us all scared and started throwing around her clothes,pillow,etc.. she was searching for more stuff to throw and i instinctively handed her mobile phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;expecting&lt;/span&gt; her to throw it but SHE DIDN'T !!! that was when i identified this category of people.!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. people who start abusing left,right,center..well if you are not at the receiving end of the abuse then you can just sit back and enjoy listening to them..those few creative types hurl abuses that are new and innovative, you can learn a great deal if you grasp quickly.. try this out( from a safe distance) the next time one of your friend starts abusing- record the whole abusing session, gather a few friends and watch the whole thing in slow motion..it would be fun and a good way to embarrass somebody.&lt;br /&gt;But the other kind of abusers, they keep repeating the same 2-3 abuses again and again and again and make people irritated every time they get angry. This kind of people commonly become famous for their favorite 'abuse' word and everyone who knows them can predict what they are going to say the moment they are angry. you can enjoy a good laugh at their expense everytime they are angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. people who abuse not the person they are angry with but some random poor soul. they abuse out of context, and make everyone sad and confused. they are the most complex of all. i have not understood them much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. people who start crying when they get angry. this sort are the most difficult to handle for obvious reasons. if you are the person they are angry with, then you have to mollify them, till they wet 10 napkins!!&lt;br /&gt;Never lend your handkerchief to this kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, if you are not the person they are angry with, but you happen to be the only person around, then you have to waste even more time and around 20 napkins!!. First they will start off with why they are angry with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;XYZ&lt;/span&gt;, then they will give you 101 reasons why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XYZ&lt;/span&gt; was wrong and how hurt they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; of that.. then they will ask you if they were right in having lost their temper on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XYZ&lt;/span&gt;. Dare NOT disagree with them at any stage, if you do then do it at the risk of wasting 10 more napkins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.people who physically harm themselves when they are angry. this weird variety are normal otherwise but if they get angry they do things like hammering their fists into the wall, bang their head on the door, threaten to jump off the roof and the like. scary scary scary. dial 100 and leave the place asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. people who start beating up the person they are angry with. well if you come across this variety- take a deep breath, scan them through their entire length and width and ask yourself "Is it worth taking the risk?". if you are physically well endowed then Go for it!! If not then run as fast as you can or else offer your apology to them for your own good.&lt;br /&gt;This category of people are easy to identify because it mostly consists of those who are brawny, sturdy and muscular. always be friendly towards this kind and if you belong to the above categories but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; want to be a part of this category then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; hurry yourself till you become physically qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: the above analysis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; make too much sense. readers are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;adviced&lt;/span&gt; not to think too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833472495148796943-6035872493714493132?l=ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/6035872493714493132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5833472495148796943&amp;postID=6035872493714493132' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/6035872493714493132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/6035872493714493132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/2008/03/are-you-angry.html' title='are you Angry?'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833472495148796943.post-3275753426916829360</id><published>2007-06-25T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:42:32.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what exactly is environmental awareness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;well here i come again and yet another post by me somewhat related to the same issue as the last one.the kind of response(whether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; or negative) i got from two of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; was truly a very good start for a person who hardly puts down her thoughts bout anything.and i also found that both of th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt; understand the gravity of the situation..so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vud&lt;/span&gt; like to share an interesting piece of news i read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;today&lt;/span&gt;....It has been found that prince Charles and his royal household have generated nearly 1600 tons of CO&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in the past year.well if u r wondering what 1600 tons of CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; can do,let me tell u that it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;equivalent&lt;/span&gt; to more than 600 CARS on Britain's roads for a year!!!its shocking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it??.k he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; the prince and he is doing so many other things for people all over the world..like my friends pointed out in the case of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;film stars&lt;/span&gt; that they are doing a lot by lending their names to such causes.i also agree but &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; such reports e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xpose&lt;/span&gt; the double standards(for the time being its the prince i m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;talking&lt;/span&gt; bout)??.. according to the news, this week he is supposed to announce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; he and his household are carbon neutral!! with 1600 tons of CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in an year i m just trying to figure out what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;does 'carbon&lt;/span&gt; neutral' means e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;xactly&lt;/span&gt;!!!.In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; the prince travelled to the US to pick up an &lt;strong&gt;''environmental awareness award"&lt;/strong&gt; !..The two day tour generated 54 tons of CO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the point i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; trying to make in my previous post also, is that people with so many resources and such lavish lifestyles are contributing much more to global warming than any of us (u,me or any other common man does or can do even if we try our best!!l)..so they are not correct in asking others to stop doing it when th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt; cant..but if th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ey&lt;/span&gt; can make an impact,there can be nothing like it..i woul&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; like to mention my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ragamalika's&lt;/span&gt; suggestion th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;bollywood&lt;/span&gt; films should carry a small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; bout G.Warming whether its at the beginning or end of the movie.this step if taken can surely make a huge impact..but yeah each one of us have a duty towards trying our best to do something for making this earth better..and i certainly feel th&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; after thinking so much about the issue and getting very valuable feedback from my friends i shall certainly try to do something for the cause from now on..(however small or insignificant it may be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833472495148796943-3275753426916829360?l=ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/3275753426916829360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5833472495148796943&amp;postID=3275753426916829360' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/3275753426916829360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/3275753426916829360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/2007/06/couldnt-think-of-title-jus-read-it-na.html' title='what exactly is environmental awareness?'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833472495148796943.post-837104520185168613</id><published>2007-06-23T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T05:01:53.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>global warming and bollywood!!</title><content type='html'>The iifa awards held at yorkshire this year was as usual grand and full of starry glitz.After all our bollywood was there in full force.ya, i watched the event on tv.It certainly feels great when you see that our bollywood flew all the way to yorkshire to give and take awards.and yes the iifa viz bollywood chose to attach itself to one of the most sensitive issues in the world today-GLOBAL WARMING.three cheers.and they even had to offer suggestions about how we can stop global warming. But someone has to ask all our filmstars if they can live a day without AIR CONDITIONERS?? I think that they need to be told how much CFC their ac's working day and night pump into the atmosphere? well,  they also asked us to 'save electricity'. I was like.., is it some kind of a joke? Cant they lift up their heads and look around to see how much electricity they were wasting on putting all those stage lightings and to boast off their popularity!! They all claim to be bringing pride to India by putting up such shows in other nations! Another suggestion- 'CAR POOLING'...well I guess our beloved film stars forgot about it when they all arrived by their individual limos!! Imagine shahrukh,amitabh,salman,hritik,abhishek pooling a car..the thought is indeed amusing but not the reality..Why preach something they themselves cant practise??&lt;br /&gt;Recently I read somewhere that the amount of water that is used for shooting a rain dance sequence in bollywood can meet the needs of water requirement for a colony of people for 30 days or so...&lt;br /&gt;what else can I say..I was really outraged at this display of hypocrisy..I bet half of them sitting there didnt even know what 'global warming' means..Does the burden of curbing global warming lie only on the common man??Well, the day this planet yields to global warming,destruction wont see the faces of people it engulfs..star or no star!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833472495148796943-837104520185168613?l=ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/837104520185168613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5833472495148796943&amp;postID=837104520185168613' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/837104520185168613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/837104520185168613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/2007/06/global-warming-and-bollywood.html' title='global warming and bollywood!!'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5833472495148796943.post-1209813192776150390</id><published>2007-06-23T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T12:00:03.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yawn...zzzzzggg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;its my very first blog and i m so happy that a lazy person like me is sitting down to write something.i m really new to this so m really confused about what should i write.but this thingy sure seems to be fun.lets see how far i go.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5833472495148796943-1209813192776150390?l=ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/feeds/1209813192776150390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5833472495148796943&amp;postID=1209813192776150390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/1209813192776150390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5833472495148796943/posts/default/1209813192776150390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ruchikaitsmyterritory.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-my-very-first-blog-and-i-m-so-happy.html' title='yawn...zzzzzggg'/><author><name>ruchika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05171950003997542945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
