<?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-13339694</id><updated>2011-12-01T08:08:55.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-2092170788375168480</id><published>2008-03-13T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T05:15:18.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my Moon, You are my Sun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otWKEVfNf-Y/R9kaBL2B-1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/vFVTsnJMs0A/s1600-h/sun+n+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177197854300699474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otWKEVfNf-Y/R9kaBL2B-1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/vFVTsnJMs0A/s320/sun+n+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;You are my moon, you are the sun&lt;br /&gt;It’s you I wish, it’s you I won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You calm my noon and glisten the nights&lt;br /&gt;For you I swoon, you brighten my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my music, the lyrics unsung&lt;br /&gt;You bring the moves, the hush, the jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my orchid with the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkling the essence of you in lieu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my dawn, you are the dusk&lt;br /&gt;It’s you I want, feel and pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my mountain, you are the sand&lt;br /&gt;You bring the elation oh so grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! You are my moon, you are my sun&lt;br /&gt;It’s you I wish, it’s you I love… &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/13339694-2092170788375168480?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2092170788375168480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=2092170788375168480' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/2092170788375168480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/2092170788375168480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-are-my-moon-you-are-sun-its-you-i.html' title='You are my Moon, You are my Sun...'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_otWKEVfNf-Y/R9kaBL2B-1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/vFVTsnJMs0A/s72-c/sun+n+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-116750979803803473</id><published>2006-12-30T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T12:16:38.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Implicit love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3561/1168/1600/781928/DSCN1650.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark, star lit evening&lt;br /&gt;Benignly calling me for a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;The road laying itself cheerfully&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to flow with the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The branches twisting and twirling&lt;br /&gt;And breeze preparing to give those gentle strokes.&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly waiting for our soulful union&lt;br /&gt;I feel tickled walking my way through such roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charismatic are the whispers chanted by those turns&lt;br /&gt;And implicit is the relation that I share with the ferns.&lt;br /&gt;Gratifying is my life with the surrounds I have earned.&lt;br /&gt;And sacred are the moments that touch upon my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blissful walk in the meadows&lt;br /&gt;Or a silent saunter under the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Infusing a sense of life in me&lt;br /&gt;Leads my way to the eternity.&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/13339694-116750979803803473?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116750979803803473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=116750979803803473' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/116750979803803473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/116750979803803473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/12/implicit-love.html' title='Implicit love'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-116428094626466851</id><published>2006-11-23T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T03:22:26.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3561/1168/1600/155718/smrty%20gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3561/1168/320/307391/smrty%20gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t I care enough?&lt;br /&gt;With all the honesty I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t I hold hands?&lt;br /&gt;When I was asked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t I hold back on tears?&lt;br /&gt;When I was deeply hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I not forgiven just enough?&lt;br /&gt;And moved on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or wasn’t I supposed to give all that?&lt;br /&gt;Just to see those smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I just fail to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god! Come and embrace my soul now,&lt;br /&gt;Or do you not feel the need somehow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this while i haven’t heard from you,&lt;br /&gt;Or may be you also fake your affection like others do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like questioning your existence,&lt;br /&gt;But am I supposed to???&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-116428094626466851?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116428094626466851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=116428094626466851' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/116428094626466851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/116428094626466851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-116248838581273555</id><published>2006-11-02T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:31:37.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>manali ... a treat fr u alll!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/IMG_0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/IMG_0323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/Re-exposure%20of%20IMG_0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/Re-exposure%20of%20IMG_0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/IMG_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/IMG_0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/Re-exposure%20of%20IMG_0311.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to manali last wk wid my coll frnds... it ws a coll trip. we went to d mall road, hadimba temple, rotang n manikaran sahib... it ws indeed beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather ws awesome n we had a gr8 time.. though thr were sm bad moments too.. on our way bk many of us gt ill as d journey ws quite bad n exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best moments - me n my 3 oder frnds we walkd arnd 5 kms frm mall road to our hotel...dat tooo at night... it ws as if wind ws matching our footsteps, n d river running alongside ws gvng us d backgroung score.&lt;br /&gt;n yes hw can i frgt d snow n d snowfall..... simply miraculous, my frst such experience wid snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-116248838581273555?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116248838581273555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=116248838581273555' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/116248838581273555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/116248838581273555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/11/manali-treat-fr-u-alll.html' title='manali ... a treat fr u alll!!'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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-13339694.post-116136430941689727</id><published>2006-10-20T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T10:22:00.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops m back...</title><content type='html'>yes yes ofcourse i havta say sry to those who kept reminding me to say hi ... but as d blog head directs u towards feelings .... i hd to make sure i had some.... i was in a sleeping mode fr sm time....i knw it ws a bit too long... but m bk nt frgtng wishing u guys a very prosperous n happy diwali.. may god bless you n ur family... n may u always keep smiling ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and abt my whrabts...&lt;br /&gt;was here only.... but jes cut myself off frm d blog community fr sm time.. i dnt knw d reason y? probably i wanted to pay more attention to my new course.... n i think it happened vice versa, d course keeps an eye on us ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly assignmnts, den i gt a lil ill.... den mid sems n internal exams...n wrkin on my newsline these days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my coll frnds r back too... n m too happy abt this fact... megz n netz r bk frm mumbai fr a few days... n d worst part abt it is that m gng to leave delhi fr 5 days as my coll trip is gng to manali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m in two minds nw.. i seriously wish dat i cld stay bk...neways today is my frst off officialy... yes ofcourse i did bunk coll n missed a few clases bt only to catch up on my sleep.. dats it. neways we frnds nika, me, megz, nets, bhajji n a few more r surely gng to enjoy fr a few days bfr i leave...hp u guys hav loads of fun tooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n yea i miss writing blogs.. as i hav gt into writing a lil formal stuff.. and i surely miss u all too...&lt;br /&gt;do tell me wats up wid u n hw u celebrated ur diwali..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n congrats to my best frnd mirage.. she became bhuji again:-)) n our lil angel is beautiful...muuuah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-116136430941689727?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/116136430941689727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=116136430941689727' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/116136430941689727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/116136430941689727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/10/oops-m-back.html' title='oops m back...'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-115445583354589777</id><published>2006-08-01T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T11:10:33.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning...</title><content type='html'>hi all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry fr taking such a long break..but i hav gt news for u...&lt;br /&gt;i hav gt admission in ggscc, delhi university fr my pg in corporate communications. so,,,, u can say i was kinda busy with that... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY FIRST DAY TO COLLEGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not an apt beginning I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commenced the day with a cheery smile, anticipating a step towards my growth. But probably it was not one of my best days. As soon as I entered the metro station to catch a train for my college, I started feeling dizzy and puked. Couldn’t help much and had to wait there for half an hour before I regained some strength. I was feeling better by the time I reached college, but it seemed I had a lot in store. I was not allowed to enter the college premises because accidentally I broke the dress code by wearing capris. I was made to stand outside for 20 minutes before I could convince that it was my first day to college and was unaware of the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now I was already late for my first lecture so swiftly I entered the class and grabbed a seat. As I started paying attention to what my lecturer was teaching, I realized that I was misdirected and entered the class for ‘international marketing’ and not corporate communications. I apologized to the class and managed to locate my room. I was all stressed out, but mingled well with the proceedings in the class. After the class we had a short break where I finally got the chance to interact with my classmates. I could not restrain myself from asking the do’s and don’ts of the college. Our last lecture got cancelled and I rushed back home, unlike me. My health didn’t permit me to stay back and enjoy with the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this while I have been wondering that why aren’t the capris allowed, as I see no offense in wearing them. The journey has just begun and I need to be armed for the unexpected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nw m dng fine... i puked probably because i hurried my meal in the morning. Soo..... no worries now.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-115445583354589777?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115445583354589777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=115445583354589777' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/115445583354589777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/115445583354589777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning...'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-115117026408509671</id><published>2006-06-24T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:31:04.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intricacy .. or........... call it life...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the unsaid mounting high,&lt;br /&gt;Finding the outlets clogged and dry,&lt;br /&gt;The pressure is playing seesaw within,&lt;br /&gt;And these eyes are not letting the tears go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a heavy heart,&lt;br /&gt;For a reason I cannot unravel.&lt;br /&gt;It’s holding back my movement,&lt;br /&gt;Compelling me to lose my vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is working round the clock,&lt;br /&gt;Cracking the code for the tussle within.&lt;br /&gt;I am wandering in search of solace,&lt;br /&gt;And my resilience is also not letting me give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some frozen thoughts remind me,&lt;br /&gt;There is this fraction of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Which seems to be left behind,&lt;br /&gt;But how do I trace it without a single sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems am all lost…&lt;br /&gt;And this trial is ripping me apart…&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/13339694-115117026408509671?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/115117026408509671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=115117026408509671' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/115117026408509671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/115117026408509671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/06/intricacy-or-call-it-life_115117026408509671.html' title='intricacy .. or........... call it life...!!'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-114899390690177469</id><published>2006-05-30T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:32:53.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>steppin up d ladder.. its @ 21 !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/cake%20snap.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/blowing%20d%20candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d clock struck 12 !! - n i ws one up;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well d best part abt bdays according to me is d non-stop wishes u receive on ur phone n those stupid questions like who cald frst n y werent u pikin d phone?? it makes me feel as we are still alive n full of life..&lt;br /&gt;so, as usual my phone kept ringin until i slept at 2am n again in d morning,, it strtd buzzzzzin at 4.30 wid yet anoder message n hence my day begun wid a cheery smile.....&lt;br /&gt;my cousins had cm ovr n we celebrated in d afternoon after lazyin arnd in d morning...&lt;br /&gt;well my evening ws booked fr my frnds...thank god everthin went well...few of my close pals(megs,nets n bhajji) stayed over n we celebrated till mid night :-)...&lt;br /&gt;a "BIG" Thankuuuuuu......... to all my frnds who made my day n sent in their wishes n made me feel special in their own special way..god bless us all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-114899390690177469?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114899390690177469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=114899390690177469' title='63 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/114899390690177469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/114899390690177469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/steppin-up-d-ladder-its-21.html' title='steppin up d ladder.. its @ 21 !!'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>63</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-114771411386816455</id><published>2006-05-15T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:28:33.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusive Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/stranded%20on%20sand.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/stranded%20on%20sand.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I land on a sandful beach,&lt;br /&gt;Take on the steps feeling the water beneath.&lt;br /&gt;Serene yet fervent waves pulling my immersed feet,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting me to soak myself in the ecstatic treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to stand still and feel at ease,&lt;br /&gt;Cold water and wishful air drenched me all pleased.&lt;br /&gt;But the ambience changed and the light begun to diminish,&lt;br /&gt;As I opened my eyes the reality was unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually stranded on a crowded road,&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied by a cheery mask to unburden my load.&lt;br /&gt;Am i living in an illusion? Yes! May be,&lt;br /&gt;Moving loud and clear but faking the numb inside of me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-114771411386816455?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114771411386816455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=114771411386816455' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/114771411386816455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/114771411386816455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/illusive-illusion.html' title='Illusive Illusion'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-114676496846015982</id><published>2006-05-04T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T10:49:28.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come!! hold me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/IS962-082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/IS962-082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come!! Hold Me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come let us begin, a journey inwards,&lt;br /&gt;Come let us walk, with the feeling divulged,&lt;br /&gt;Come let us flow, leaving all the stones upturned,&lt;br /&gt;Come let our souls find their own shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go off the discomfort if there is any,&lt;br /&gt;Let go off the pain that is bothering you honey,&lt;br /&gt;Let go off the moments where we felt heavy,&lt;br /&gt;And let us see off those days, which we can’t tally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hold every moment we share in pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Hold the air we breathe together,&lt;br /&gt;Hold out the hold you have on me,&lt;br /&gt;Just hold as this is meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-114676496846015982?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114676496846015982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=114676496846015982' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/114676496846015982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/114676496846015982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/05/come-hold-me.html' title='come!! hold me...'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-114546485313082573</id><published>2006-04-19T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:40:53.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing u ppl :-(</title><content type='html'>hi all.... its bn 2 months dat i dint write a single word to u or to myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant say- i have been so busy that i cldnt take out time fr myself..bt yea smhow everytime i came in here to chk my mails n stuff..u knw felt saturated wid no more thoughts pouring. In the month of March, i hd actually bn loaded with my project work(thank god m done wid it nw, jes left wid viva) and my internship(still on).. so u c, cldnt catch up wid ne1.  But, these days i hav time bt i dont feel lk cmng here( i mean computer):-( ... n dnt knw d reason fr that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nt dat i hav frgtn my blog frnds, but it seems as if m gng through a phase where i need to be wid myself,,, generally watever i feel i share it out wid u or write it (in form of my poems) and keep it wid myself... bt nothings happening....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r feelings, emotions, void, lonliness, excitement, pain, pressure bt all happening widin/ inside me n revolving in there , nt ready to cm out.. they want to be wid themselves( n at times i feel m nt part of dem... they r playin n handling things on their own ... me being a spectator...having nothin to do wid it)..   AND at the same time m dng everything wat i generally do... enjoy, fight, play, work, talk................. so its nt dat m sad or unhappy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its jes dat m feelin different;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc, miss u all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-114546485313082573?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114546485313082573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=114546485313082573' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/114546485313082573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/114546485313082573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/04/missing-u-ppl.html' title='missing u ppl :-('/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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-13339694.post-114070904877372425</id><published>2006-02-23T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T07:37:28.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag..!!</title><content type='html'>well i havta do this tag as i hav bn tagged twice by anuj n chipmunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hav bn soo busy wid my project these days that cant evn find time to cm n read all d blogs..m sooo sry.. bt i hope i will catch up wid all u guys sn :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i havta mention 8 points that wld bring a guy close to.. being  my perfect lover ..  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see...&lt;br /&gt;gender is a must(right?) - male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Considerate - he has to b caring n understanding coz if he cant understand my needs, thoughts n feelings den wat r we dng together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.personality - well he has to hav a persona. he has to hav a strong character so dat he can b himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.faithful - if hes devoted i can always lean on his shoulders;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.sensitive - m a sensitive person, so i wld like him to understand d importance n senstivity of us being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.amiable - m a travel freak, love to meet ppl..so wld love to enjoy wid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.innocence - dont want him to b fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.naughty - i dont want a monotonous life..i wld jes love to play wid him.i wld want him to b lively else life could b dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.click - it is imp.fr me...no reasons or formalities attached..u can call it intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i hope i hav jotted down all d must haves!!:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw 8 ppl i havta tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.bhajji&lt;br /&gt;2.arun&lt;br /&gt;3.vipul&lt;br /&gt;4.keshi&lt;br /&gt;5.johney&lt;br /&gt;6.ms&lt;br /&gt;7.goodwill hunting&lt;br /&gt;8.jithu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo ppl pls tc..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-114070904877372425?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/114070904877372425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=114070904877372425' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/114070904877372425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/114070904877372425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/02/tag.html' title='tag..!!'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-113924976832839974</id><published>2006-02-06T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:16:08.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>an apology..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/sorry%20note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/sorry%20note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havta say sry to sm1..&lt;br /&gt;someone wid whom i hv shared almost 3 yrs of an unsaid beautiful bond. we hav shared our routines, mood swings, success, failures n sm stupid long talks(or i shld say chats) which i nw miss badly.he ws my frst net frnd who has nw bcm a really close frnd of mine..no matter we dont talk or nt stay in touch fr smtime..still wen i talk to him.. i feel dat level of comfrt n trust...hes always bn around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ws his b'day this 1st feb n 'i' FORGOT to wish him..i dont frgt bdays dat too specially my close pals , never!! buttt this time i dont knw hw cld i??neways no explanations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jes havta say sorry n wish... may he hv a wonderful wife n life ahead;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey vips!! WISHIN U A VERY HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113924976832839974?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113924976832839974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113924976832839974' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113924976832839974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113924976832839974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/02/apology.html' title='an apology..'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-113801339180037230</id><published>2006-01-23T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T02:49:51.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smthins in d air ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/walk_to_remember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/walk_to_remember.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A walk to remember!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold be the breeze around us,&lt;br /&gt;Starry be the night with moon following us,&lt;br /&gt;Branches twisting, twirling and hugging each other,&lt;br /&gt;Endless be the path finding its way through eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me and that long drive,&lt;br /&gt;Where trees are bending over us,&lt;br /&gt;Those clouds forming a cozy blanket,&lt;br /&gt;With drizzles playing hide and seek with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your presence making my heart beat faster and slower at the same time,&lt;br /&gt;Your hands playing with my curls and mine with your ears,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes speaking my heart out,&lt;br /&gt;Contravening all the silence within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands locking mine with a firm grip,&lt;br /&gt;Your hold taking the toll,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering those moves made by your fingers,&lt;br /&gt;My dreamy walk is longing to get real.&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/13339694-113801339180037230?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113801339180037230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113801339180037230' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113801339180037230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113801339180037230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/01/smthins-in-d-air.html' title='smthins in d air ;-)'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-113714514257863822</id><published>2006-01-13T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:39:02.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy lohri ppl :-)</title><content type='html'>hi... wishing u all a very happy lohri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guys yesterday i had my radio n tv journ. paper.. though hd nt bn studyin fr it frm long.. bt yea hd dn almost d entire course wid full concentration in last 2 days..buttttttttt.. my paper ws a disaster..i mean i hav never had such a bad paper in my entire life if i remember ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen we gt d paper ..we  were all mum fr 2 mins.. then came out d reactions - "ooo shitt!!" ; "gosh who d hell made this paper" ; "f**k (to d power unlimited;-)) " ; "man i m gonna cry" ; " is this our paper? r u sure? " ; "shit, shit shit shit" ; "wat crap" ; "whr r we suposed to strt frm?"....these were d few i could hear....must b many frm those who were far, n many gng deep widin makin us all feel dat this time we r gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it ws basically a technical, analytical paper makin no sense of wat we studied n wasted our time fr...i dnt knw bt smhw managed to do it....i dont understand d mentality of teachers who make such papers..i mean wen we r asked to study acc. to a certain syllaby, y d hell they havta show hw intelligent they r... okkk agree!!! if they want us to attempt n score well in such papers (y mention d damn subject), must tell us dat it is a technical paper(fr which we i mean DU has no equipments n lags behind in practical knowledge), course is jes fr ur base,n nothings going to cm frm deir...atleast we wont waste our time mugging those stupid answers coz thats our course..&lt;br /&gt;its more like givin an entrance exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways.. nw its over n i hav 1 more paper on d 17th..so lets hp fr d best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey ppl u enjoy!! n take care :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113714514257863822?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113714514257863822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113714514257863822' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113714514257863822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113714514257863822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-lohri-ppl.html' title='happy lohri ppl :-)'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-113680794194653595</id><published>2006-01-09T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T03:59:01.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first visit to vaishno devi</title><content type='html'>Jai mata di!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our college organizes a trip to vaishno devi every yr but due to d dates clashing wid my exams I couldn’t go fr d frst 2 yrs. But this year I had made it a point that I will not miss it…thr being 2 reasons fr this- (i) I hd never bn to vaishno devi n I needed to pay my homage n (ii) I love to travel n explore….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hd been saying this to my frnds,” this yr I havta go n I will go no matter wat”..bt to this one of my frnd asked me not to say this coz she said that u shouldn’t say it coz u wont b able to go unless u r called, “jab tak mata ka bulava nahi ata tum nahi jate, aur jab ata hai tumhe jana hi padta hai” . I ws kinda surprised to wat she said, frankly speakin I dint believe much in wat she said. Unintentionally I used to say it again n again out of my excitement, n she used to stop me. Seeing d seriousness in her eyes n realizing that she could b saying that out of her experience I stopped sayin so. I asked my oder frnds if thr ws smthin, sm kinda story related to this…bt all they said was that even they hav heard, “ aise bolna nahi chahiye.jab bulava ana hota hai aa jata hai”. (sry being a surd I know less abt d history of oder gods n gurus) I wanted to knw more bt I chose nt to say anything unless m actually going thr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes d day, 27th dec.2005, we were all set to go (internally I gt a lil scared wen my frnd hd said dat u wont go if she doesn’t want u to cm). bt now I ws relaxed n happy. Thr ws dis frnd of mine who had once said he wld like to go as evn he hd nt bn thr evr. But believe me thr ws absolutely no chance of his going wid us due to sm reasons. We hd lost touch, he got to knw abt it only a day bfr n he ws actually busy on d 27h morning, bt wat we saw ws shockin / surprising whatever u say. Our train ws to leave at 4pm n he ws thr wid us at 3.55pm. I still don’t knw wat to call it – mere destiny or mata ka bulava .. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached jammu early in d morning, frm thr we took our bus till katra. Our hotel named ‘jai ma inn’ ws nice I shld say. We were asked to tk sm rest n were told dat we cld strt wid our journey in d afternoon n we all will meet in d hotel d nex day(afternoon). We were 5 in a room. We started frm badh ganga arnd 3.30pm. we were around 12 in a group. 3 of our frnds decided to go bare footed. I ws down wid high fever n cough,bt d heavy anti-biotics I ws takin subsided d fever. We all hd strtd well bt after an hour or so we all dispersed, actually it ws me who detached frm d group coz they were stopping, talking, eating n I ws in no moods n condition to stop or evn talk(I could barely speak coz of my cough). I knew hd I bn wid dem they wld pamper me n all I wanted to do ws reach d ‘bhavan’. We frnds hd decided to wait fr each oder at ardh kauri whosoevr reaches thr frst. I ws d 3rd one to b thr. 2 of my frnds were ahead of me bt they hd left. Then came a group of 5 oder frnds, I joined dem in as they said, “ megha, netra n bhajji (my closest pals) were way behind n they were supposed to tk d oder route”. At that moment I realized hw lonely ws I as we hd covered jes half our way n noone ws gng to b wid me to talk(I hd strtd feelin better n I wanted to talk bt den I realized hw stupid I ws to leave dem behind).&lt;br /&gt;These frnds they were a couple n oders I dint knw(were enjoying on their own). So smhw I decided to do it alone, slow n steady. I forgot to tell u guys, everyone was saying jai mata di while we were climbing, even I used to say so.. bt internally wat I kept chanting ws ‘ waheguru waheguru’. I dnt knw but I guess it cms up naturally being used to it. So I did my climb doing path all alone n ws d frst one to reach d bhavan. I waited fr my frnds at d joint whr d 2 routes met. Within half an hour all of us were there together except 2 of us who were ahead of me. I ws sooo happy to see them all. My dear frnds scolded me well fr nt being wid dem as my money n medicines were also thr wid dem ;-) but neva mind, we were all so excited abt d darshan. We even found those 2 frnds n gave dem a nice lecture too..lol.. here we go inside, one of my frnds who hd quite a lot knowledge abt d place n history kept explaining me n my frnd(frst time visitors) wat to do, hw to do n wat is it all about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even asked d two of us if we wld like to go to bhairo mandir? My pals were too tired (I mean megs , netra n bhajji) n they were in no position to go, so they had asked me to do whatever I felt like. The sad part ws I wanted to go bt we wld b apart again. Bt as I wanted to go,me n my pals decided to meet in d hotel d nex day as they wld reach thr befr us.. So me n 2 of my oder frnds we took off fr bhairo mandir. It ws quite steep, bt I ws al d more excited. It ws around 3 am dat we were done wid it. Wat peace , wat solace , wat an atmosphere.. I ws lovin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strted to climb down n it ws as if our feet moved on their own. One of my frnd gt a cramp in his leg so we stopped in a nearby hospital which ws on our way bk to get sm sprayin done. Wat funny place it ws. Thr ws this gal frm d oder college, she gt actually ill, her eyes were all swollen n she hd high fever n d doc over thr looked like a ‘chapdasi’ no kiddin. He wanted to gv her an injection to which we all said “no”, jes by lookin at her face he said ‘ she may hav gt gastroentritis’…it turned out to be really funny as one of her frnd shouted wat did u say ‘ arithritis’??gosh It seemed like a paagal khana..well I hd suffered twice wid gastro so I knew it wsnt so, I explained it to her frnds. Then thr ws this guy who gave her d proper medicine n we gave sm balm to our frnd n left d place. We reached ardhkuari at arnd 5 in d morning, wen my frnd  showed me a new way, a shorter one to reach bhavan. I had taken d longer route wen we were climbing dat ws coz d frnds I were wid hd no clue abt d new route( mujhe to abc bhi nahi pata thi wahan ki).bt neways. Our frnd hd gt sm severe pain so we asked him to tk ghoda n go.. so he did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo man!! Nw we were climbing down d stairs n we were 2 of us, it ws 5.30 in d morning n still it ws pitch dark. Suddenly d lights went off….n believe me thr ws no single light around….we clnt see anything.. so we sat whr we were standing, on d stairs. Jes as we looked up in d sky,,,,,,god dat ws d best part of my whole trip, thr were millions of stars all over me( taaron ki chadar thi), it ws as if they were hanging down d ceiling. N thr wat we saw ws non stop shooting stars( I saw around 4-5 toot te tare), hd I looked fr more cld hav seen hundreds of dem. That ws d only light which ws surpassing  my soul. It ws beautiful.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hd bn 15 mins nw..no light.. so we both decided to climb down else we cld be late fr d hotel.we hd sticks in our hand, we used them , beating them on d ground to find our way ahead. We felt like blinds. We were slow n it took us half an hour to reach some market on our way bk. We asked d shop fellow n he told us that it could take anoder hour or so fr d lights to cm bk. Bfr we cld say say smthing, thr were lights evrywhr J . we increased our speed, it ws already 6.30 n no sun arnd..we decided to run down d stairs chanting jai mata di on evry step. N in no time were through n hd reached badh ganga , at 7.30am. The morning view ws beautiful n we were feeling gr8 as we hd accomplished our task. We tk an auto to our hotel. Our room ws left open fr us as my oder pals hd already reached, they were so fast asleep dat they dint evn get to realize wen we entered n joined dem fr d sleep..&lt;br /&gt;We woke up in d afternoon , had our lunch, took our bus n reached jammu station to catch our train fr delhi.. While returning bk we all shared our experiences, wat did we all do wen d lights went off, who reached wen, n stuff.. Fun thing fr me  ws like I did my climbing doing path d whole time.. n while returning I ws chanting jai mata di J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanku god fr sucha lovely trip  n jai mata di..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113680794194653595?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113680794194653595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113680794194653595' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113680794194653595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113680794194653595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-first-visit-to-vaishno-devi.html' title='my first visit to vaishno devi'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-113612613542492422</id><published>2006-01-01T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T06:35:35.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>hi all.... sry cldnt tell u dat i ws gng .... i hd gn to vaishno devi. jes came bk day bfr yestrday. bfr dat i ws down wid high fever.. but neva mind..&lt;br /&gt;nw here i am to wish u all a very happy new year n a gr8 life ahead.tc ppl..will catch up wid ya soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113612613542492422?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113612613542492422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113612613542492422' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113612613542492422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113612613542492422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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-13339694.post-113464436994968681</id><published>2005-12-15T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T02:59:30.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing u!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi guys!! well my last post inspired me to write this 1...so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed I owned one of d key to d doors of ur life,&lt;br /&gt;Now m holding the key n I suppose the way is lost,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will keep it intact till we mend our ways back,&lt;br /&gt;Coz no matter what I have assured u a place in my heart’s rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it only me who is missing you,&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside even u know u do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe it, it’s all over,&lt;br /&gt;U said it all n I listened to u,&lt;br /&gt;Please confirm it to me if it’s true,&lt;br /&gt;This was the end, which means we are through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know y but m still missing you,&lt;br /&gt;Please end my pain if you can do….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat to say abt d snap up there... u all can easily make out dat m crazy abt kids...so if u knw sm nice sites on such cute, innocent , small dearies do lemme knw...:-) tc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113464436994968681?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113464436994968681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113464436994968681' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113464436994968681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113464436994968681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/12/missing-u.html' title='missing u!!'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-113345695736152670</id><published>2005-12-01T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T09:09:21.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unusual tag;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/tear.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/tear.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She ran her hands over his face, his hair, tears streaming down her face all the while..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well dhruv had asked me to take this tag long bk,bt i gt late...nw here it is. i hav to complete the story...lemme try...hp m able to write smthing;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st dec, 5 pm...here he comes to meet her with yet another problem of his, which she has to solve...&lt;br /&gt;' nw that we have known each other for years, m fed up of u listening to my sappy stories', he said.&lt;br /&gt;:-? ' what is it now, m waiting to hear frm u', she said.&lt;br /&gt;" i hav been thinkin all this while that i need to grow up" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' soooo...."??? wondering what is he upto?&lt;br /&gt;he continued.." i know u have been there n will always be, but i want to withdraw without hurting u"..... before she could think or speak something...he said, "i know its all my loss... u were my best friend..... i stand nowhr close to you... but my expectations hav changed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was silence around..as if evrything hd stopped fr a few mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she knew he had wandered many a times before also, but had come back...&lt;br /&gt;this time,it sounded n seemed different... thr ws something, sm kind of wish he wanted her to accept.&lt;br /&gt;deep down she knew, this time if she lets him go...she may loose him forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so u want to move on in life, dats all?", she said.&lt;br /&gt;"hmmm..." dats all he could say.&lt;br /&gt;(he ws expecting her to stop him n ask fr explanations....she could read his mind)&lt;br /&gt;bt she knew he wont b able to do it...so&lt;br /&gt;"i think u r rite...go ahead...byeeee :-)", she said with her silent tears.&lt;br /&gt;"bye"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ..."she ran her hands over his face, his hair, tears streaming down her face all the while", holding onto his snap....shes missing him...!! (but contented as that ws wat they chose)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113345695736152670?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113345695736152670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113345695736152670' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113345695736152670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113345695736152670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/12/unusual-tag.html' title='unusual tag;-)'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-113208379324952111</id><published>2005-11-15T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:43:13.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/smrty%20gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/smrty%20gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will u let me take my time,&lt;br /&gt;till i realise that i could confide.&lt;br /&gt;Coz trust is not that easy to gain,&lt;br /&gt;even u r not sure, may leave me with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ask for a thing u can’t give?&lt;br /&gt;As I really want to understand u but don’t know if u will.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could stay by my side, till I unveil,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if u will agree but all I want is a trustworthy sail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113208379324952111?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113208379324952111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113208379324952111' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113208379324952111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113208379324952111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/11/trust.html' title='trust;-)'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-113153599115904399</id><published>2005-11-09T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T03:33:11.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to all d guys out thr...</title><content type='html'>well there are so many things i would like to ask u guys...&lt;br /&gt;n yea gals if u want to knw anything pls do ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n i want all of u to share ur experiences so as we get to knw more abt d difference of opinions b/w we 2.&lt;br /&gt;seriously wanna understand u guys better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; questions :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what is d frst thing u guys look fr wen u make friends(gals) and girlfrnd as in a realtionship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. well if u havta say sorry to ur frnd hw do u say it to a guy n hw dou say it to a gal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. if u really like sm1 n shes a close frnd of urs den hw wld u approach her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes guys... i knw this is tough bt i wanna peep into male psychology;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. when u say ' i love u' hw will a gal get to knw dat u r serious or jes wanna go around?(as in fr u when do u think u r serious n wat is d diff. while expressing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. if u hav never had a gf n nw u wanna hav one n choose one of ur close gal pals,wat wld u call it- love, need, cheating( ur n her feelings), a right decision which u wld like to tk its own course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. if ur best friend is a gal, wat is d pecentage of ur falling fr her?n wat acc. to u is her reaction to dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.ohkkk.supose u knw dis gal bt u never met her..do u actually think it cld b love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. tell me 1 thing which u think ur girlfrnd doesnt knw n u really want to tell her n want her to reciprocate?(cld b a wild emotion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.wen u guys havta show concern, love hw do u express it both emotionally n physically, hw do u do it?is d case diff. wid a frnd(gal) n ur gf? n hw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.is it right dat u guys like to express ur love physically? coz i read it smwhr dats d best way guys express it, n gals generally dont understand their gud intentions..&lt;br /&gt;(well here pls fr gals sake tell me wen do these intentions go wrong or r nt pure. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can go on n on n on ...&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously want all u guys n pls evn ask ur frnds to take this up..n post me or mail me d answers;-)&lt;br /&gt;n atleast here i expect no lies..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113153599115904399?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113153599115904399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113153599115904399' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113153599115904399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113153599115904399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-all-d-guys-out-thr.html' title='to all d guys out thr...'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-113120857972641666</id><published>2005-11-05T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T08:36:19.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still disappointed;-(</title><content type='html'>A starlit beautiful evening,&lt;br /&gt;Chairs lay around the table,&lt;br /&gt;Candles awaiting solemnly&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to light up the moment,&lt;br /&gt;All set for a quiet yet enjoyable night,&lt;br /&gt;With a surprise in store for someone,&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the cake and the disappointment begun,&lt;br /&gt;Surprise was not actually a surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Coz the secret was out before it was done.&lt;br /&gt; Even though the party went well,&lt;br /&gt;There was some disappointment, I could tell&lt;br /&gt;A soulful romantic night I had always dreamt,&lt;br /&gt;The night was cool and the breeze was talking,&lt;br /&gt;I had put all my efforts to create that special feeling,&lt;br /&gt;My efforts to bring a smile on his face,&lt;br /&gt;Were lost on him, commended by the rest&lt;br /&gt;But the last words I hear from this special friend were&lt;br /&gt;“It was great but there’s something for which I am disappointed”&lt;br /&gt;And as he turned and said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I stood alone and there was silence in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113120857972641666?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113120857972641666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113120857972641666' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113120857972641666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113120857972641666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/11/still-disappointed.html' title='still disappointed;-('/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-113083115831194471</id><published>2005-10-31T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:45:58.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy diwali:-)</title><content type='html'>wishing u all a very happy diwali..may this festival of lights, light up ur life beautifully wid each passing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113083115831194471?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113083115831194471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=113083115831194471' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113083115831194471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/113083115831194471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-diwali.html' title='happy diwali:-)'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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-13339694.post-113058934430148842</id><published>2005-10-29T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T05:35:44.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>m tagged :-)</title><content type='html'>:-) coz  i had no time fr my new post ,, this ways atleast i cld cm up wid smthing..strange na;-)&lt;br /&gt;neways lets see hw much time does it take..20 things about myself :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.my parents are my backbone..can share any damn thing under the sun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.love being in d company of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.when on floor (dance floor), me n my soul become a part of some other universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.kids...cute n innocent..love to share innocence with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.travelling is what i adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.frndship means a lot to me...better ask my frnds;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.long drives...woooo...romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.music..extremely emotional n romantic choice..soothes my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.very careful wen askin smthing frm god..coz i believe at some point of time ...he listens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.2 words - respect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.love to sleep, specially during d day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.very patient....being extremely patient could b bad at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.can argue a lot..bt seriously no strings attached..can do it fr fun sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.my turn on - wen eyes speak....the best way to portray your truest of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.dont like reading,bad habit;-( i knw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.love to buy clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.like naughty  people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.trust n frankness are very imp. fr any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.my frnds come up with way too many problems of theirs...smtimes i think i shoul hav bn a psychologist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.though a lil confused at times but i knw myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with it...cool...so lets see who all r tagged??&lt;br /&gt;hmm..anuj, dhruv, manjari, jithu, shaan, prasoon.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-113058934430148842?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/113058934430148842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/Snap%2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/Snap%2012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oct.1 - strtd off wid our journey at 10 am,mangla express.spent whole day playing games lk antakshri etc.. night ws scary as we shared lotsa ghost n evil stories..(mirage ws really scared, m sure she will tell u abt it in her post).slept at arnd 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;(we had our food wid us so escaped frm d torture,train ka khana,all of us had puris aloo,chole,bhindi,....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oct.2 - i gt up at 10am.we all had our breakfast.den chit chat till d afternoon lunch arrived..oh gawd d food is pathetic..we had wafers n altu faltu stuff to avoid it.in d evening it strtd raining n d scenic beuty ws amazing...star lit night...so very romantic;-) finally we reached d railway station arnd 10pm.frm thr we had 1 hr bus jrny. reached our hotel(vista do rio)at 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;we gt a suite as we were 10 in a group.nice resort i must say.unpacked n slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oct.3- were supposed to gt up at 6.30-7am bt we came to our senses arnd 8am, brkfast time ws 8.30 to 9.30 n d bus ws supposed to leave by 9.45.&lt;br /&gt;10 of us rushed to d bathrooms(2) tk quick showers n smhw managed. we went to d miranmar beach.evry1 ws soo excited cldnt stop ourselves frm getting drenched(head to toe).d worst part ws dat d water ws shitty.bt it ws fun.&lt;br /&gt;den we had a pool party in d hotel at night.wooooooooooooo man loved it...kept dancing fr 3 hrs....i loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oct.4 - same morning routine..used to get late, sharing bathrooms,...&lt;br /&gt;went to a beach called VISTA TOUR..best of all...it ws beautiful ...awesome, clean, romantic, peaceful...i loved it d most.&lt;br /&gt;den thr ws dis beach called BAAGA beach ... it ws clean tooo..we splashed, playd wid water lik small kkids..&lt;br /&gt;had also gn to dauna paula, did jet skiing....gr8 experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oct.5 - d mst hectic day. left our hotel by 10 am. went to d market. did shopping. came bk to hotel fr lunch,went to &lt;strong&gt;calangute beach&lt;/strong&gt;, came bk to hotel , changed our clothes as we were to get dressed fr d cruise.hd our dinner n left fr d criuse.it ws fun man, all goan songs, dance, n d ship sailin in d middle.&lt;br /&gt;den here comes d surprise.....our teachers hd agredd fr d disc thing, so all those who were inetersted to go were allowed.&lt;br /&gt;after the criuse all those students who wanted to go formed a group n went to guess where????&lt;br /&gt;TEEEE - TOOOOOOOS. we were locked in a glass room wid our teachers,loud music n firangs around.we came bk at 2 0 clk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oct.6 - rest day. were given enough time to rest n pack our stuff. left our hotel in d afternoon , went to anjuman beach. came bk to hotel had our dinner, left fr d railway station arnd 11.30 pm as our train ws scheduled at 2.40am.spent arnd 2 hrs at d station.den finally said bye to goa .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oct.7- missing home simultaneously wid d feeling that this ws our last such trip together being students of final yr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oct.8- cried , hugged, sang frndhhip songs, reached delhi n were home by 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abhi i dont wanna get senti sooo... bye , tc, misd u all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-112885317569280449?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112885317569280449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=112885317569280449' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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bataoon?&lt;br /&gt;as mirage already told u abt our goa trip, me too gng!! yipppeee..but u knw wat i came here only to inform u dat i wont b here fr a wk , will be bk on d 8th of oct. miss u all&lt;br /&gt;no excitement, no nothing, m gng thr fr d frst time bt lag hi nahi raha ki main ja bhi rahi hon. coz m jes done wid anoder assignment which is to b submitted 2mrw. gosh .. these teachers..u knw wat meri packin bhi nahi shuru hui...evry1 at my place is lk " r u sure u gng  to goa, no shopping, no excitemnt, moreovr jes a day left n u studyin??"lol&lt;br /&gt;nm..i think i will cm into action by 2mrw evening...&lt;br /&gt;miss me. n do take care of urselves..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-112801694618323422?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-112705796501375829</id><published>2005-09-18T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T08:39:25.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/beautiful%20gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/beautiful%20gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS IT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something unusual is happening,&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t know what to call it.&lt;br /&gt;Someone’s away from me,&lt;br /&gt;And the distances are not bothering at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking-is it an indication?&lt;br /&gt;He may be the one for me,&lt;br /&gt;As something strikes between us,&lt;br /&gt;No matter being near or far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being really cautious in such matters,&lt;br /&gt;Think over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;I even restrict myself by saying, ‘something better awaits’&lt;br /&gt;But giving a second thought, am scared to lose this mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in a state of confusion,&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to confess what I feel’&lt;br /&gt;Though something is surely happening,&lt;br /&gt;But seriously can’t make out what it exactly is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-112705796501375829?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112705796501375829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=112705796501375829' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112705796501375829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112705796501375829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/09/am-back.html' title='am back...'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-112522818644019946</id><published>2005-08-28T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T04:23:06.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wierd thinking ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/WAVES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/WAVES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I lay awake in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of something over n over again,&lt;br /&gt;I dint want to stress myself, so tried to stop,&lt;br /&gt;But to my dismay I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now again m lying n thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Of someone m really concerned about.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to worry, then y think?&lt;br /&gt;I fail to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still m thinking what if/what if it doesn’t,&lt;br /&gt;Series of thoughts dancing over my head,&lt;br /&gt;With a baseless origin and end,&lt;br /&gt;Tired of failing, I let it go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s been 3 hours and I am in a mess,&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up, no other way left,&lt;br /&gt;Opened a drawer, took out a bottle&lt;br /&gt;Put some balm on my burnt head and slept.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-112522818644019946?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112522818644019946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=112522818644019946' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112522818644019946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112522818644019946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/08/wierd-thinking.html' title='wierd thinking ;-)'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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-13339694.post-112497854010605293</id><published>2005-08-25T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:02:20.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>m in lotta pain;-(</title><content type='html'>hi guys!!&lt;br /&gt;must b wonderin where did i disappear???&lt;br /&gt;to start wid- my comp ws givin a lotta trouble..so fr a few days i cldnt evn chk my mails..&lt;br /&gt;then i had gone to jaipur fr 2 days on d 14th n 15th of august...we had a blast..me n 5 of my frnds!!!&lt;br /&gt;wat days man....wl definitely write abt it wen i get well..yes u guessed it write ;-( m nt well.&lt;br /&gt;the stupidiest thing ever happened to me....i had put black mehendi on my hand on this 'rakhi' nnnnn i dont want u to see wat it has dn to my hand...my whole left hand is swollen n its very painful..only few ppl r allergic to such things,it hd dye in it which reacted very badly....dats d reason i cant evn write much.m on heavy anti-biotics..well doc says thers nothin serious.i.e it wont spread in oder parts of my body buttttt it will take a lotta time to heal....n abhi to shuruaat hi itni slow hai..neways hp u guys r havin fun..sry if m nt able to blog regularly..&lt;br /&gt;tc.&lt;br /&gt;pleeeeease do check before applying any hair colour or such a thing which contains chemicals...do test it ...d result cld b realllly damaging..so pls..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-112497854010605293?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112497854010605293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=112497854010605293' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112497854010605293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112497854010605293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/08/m-in-lotta-pain.html' title='m in lotta pain;-('/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-112231446536279726</id><published>2005-07-25T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:01:05.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/cutie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its bn long n i really had no time to write n put across myself..&lt;br /&gt;but i came across this love stuff.....which could b of interest to many,so jes puttin it on...&lt;br /&gt;it sounds soo romantic wen we read such stuff..n fr me....i really get engrossed;-)&lt;br /&gt;hope u enjoy it toooo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOVE IS....!"&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you wake up, she is already on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you lost your heart, she is all that you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you want to be the one to dry her eyes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you see the truth in every one of her lies.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you want to listen to all her whims and woes,&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you want her to take care everywhere she goes.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN she calls you, your heart goes a flutter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you see her: "I LOVE HER", you silently shutter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you tell the world that you love her so.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you have told the world but "SHE" does not know.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN your eyes light up when you see her there...&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS ALSO WHEN you hear your heart breaks, when she held hands with "you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;LOVE IS ALSO WHEN you crumbled inside when they say it will LAST FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS ALSO WHEN you cry inside yet smile outside when they say "HI" to you.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS ALSO WHEN you held your breath &amp; said:" How do you do..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LOVE IS ALSO WHEN you let her go...you know she is happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LOVE IS ALSO WHEN you know you will get over her somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;LOVE IS ALSO WHEN her happiness is what matters to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS ALSO WHEN you let her love him... and not love you true.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you will still love her and still she will never know...&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you will swallow the pain and slowly let go...&lt;br /&gt;yet...love is a funny thing...&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you smile when you hear its "her and her" no more...&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you hear she sent him through the door.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN you try to "BUMP" into her again...&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS WHEN she will say "HI" to you and there is no more pain.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when she says she loves you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when her life revolves around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when she says, she has always loved you but she didn't dare.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when she says, she always loved you but thought you didn't care.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when now it's all coming true.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when you love her and she loves you...!&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when now your life is nearly complete.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when everyday its her you meet.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when your friends accept her too.&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS SUDDENLY REAL LOVE when you can have time for them and her and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE is a combination of many splendor things...and a really complex feeling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when u love someone...just tell her...or him...you'll never know how&lt;br /&gt;it'll turn out...one way or the other, tell her before she is gone...tell&lt;br /&gt;her before she is taken...&lt;br /&gt;CONFESS.. CONFESS....&lt;br /&gt;here i hav highlighted sm points..these r d points which touched me...n seemed very true to me.&lt;br /&gt;n yea d &lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt; up there!!!...its d cutest pic i hav ever come across...wanted to share it wid u..its on my screensaver,on my cell....love d innocense...jes love it.&lt;br /&gt;hope i find sm time to write in..till den take care n enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-112231446536279726?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112231446536279726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=112231446536279726' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112231446536279726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112231446536279726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-stuff.html' title='love stuff'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-112127621942955873</id><published>2005-07-13T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:36:59.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>words without meaning.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/1600/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3561/1168/320/tear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;WORDS WITHOUT MEANING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think it’s not easy to believe others,&lt;br /&gt;But with you and your charm anyone would go bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;The words u say leave an impact for a long duration,&lt;br /&gt;And you come up sooo cleanly, that too without any hesitations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess for many a people ‘words’ have just no meaning,&lt;br /&gt;They could speak just anything to create a special feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Playing with words and impressing others,&lt;br /&gt;Seems to be a part of your puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lie is what I just won’t be able to take,&lt;br /&gt;Be honest and I will always be there.”&lt;br /&gt;This was what I had demanded,&lt;br /&gt;Coz true friendship was what you expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I believed everything u said,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so true before I paid.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I paid with my feelings hurt,&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea about it coz you don’t deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here you come with such a decent proposal,&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t let u hurt me with your baseless emotions.&lt;br /&gt;You keep playing with your deceiving words,&lt;br /&gt;I want to see how far can you go and how many roads you cross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-112127621942955873?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112127621942955873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=112127621942955873' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112127621942955873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112127621942955873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/07/words-without-meaning.html' title='words without meaning.....'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-112106930247222457</id><published>2005-07-11T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T01:08:22.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wat a week!!</title><content type='html'>wat a week i had!!!&lt;br /&gt;its yet another monday n i will really havta recollect wat all i hav bn dng frm last monday.&lt;br /&gt;pata hi nahi chala hw time jes slipped away...&lt;br /&gt;to strt wid... i had a whole lotta sleep...woo man i jes love sleepin dat too in d morning;-) coz at nights m busy with my radio listening to music uptil 3 or 4.&lt;br /&gt;had gone fr 'war of d worlds' wid my college frnds n another cute lil monster(my frnd's niece). i must say the movie is worth watchin..fr me it ws fr8 coz i lk sci-fys. den we had our lunch...wat a  lunch man.had gone to 2 different restaurants,frst to hav pizzzzza den shifted to indian my fav. chole bhature...yum!!!&lt;br /&gt;went out wid my cousins(evn played ludo wid dem..lol..)  &lt;br /&gt;me n my best frnd had gn  fr shoppin....atlast i cld buy sm more clothes fr me;-)&lt;br /&gt;fr 2 whole days i ws hooked wid my phone...coz we school frnds were plannin to meet......&lt;br /&gt;n yippeee we all met yesterday after almost 5 months...n kal  ka din kaise nikla pata hi nahi chala...wat fun!!dnt hav words to explain hw it feels wen u meet ur school frnds after so long..m suer many of u wait fr such a day.&lt;br /&gt;nw m waitin fr my college to reopen....&lt;br /&gt;hey! i gotta go..time fr me to hav lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-112106930247222457?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112106930247222457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=112106930247222457' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112106930247222457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112106930247222457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/07/wat-week.html' title='wat a week!!'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-112030477512951473</id><published>2005-07-02T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T04:46:15.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y do ppl fall in love??</title><content type='html'>i have been readin different blogs..n most of dem r lost wid d word ' love'.&lt;br /&gt;sm1 doesnt knw d meaning , sm1s lost it, sm1's waitin, n most of dem keep altering d meaning as per their  convenience!!&lt;br /&gt;evn m included in d ones who dont knw wat it is like!! but i feel  fr me its devotion, its commitment to ur ownself.&lt;br /&gt;i have seen ppl saying 'i love u' in my school days ; in my college; any damn place i cld really think of...but actually 98% cases ended up wid mutual break offs, sm hurtin n flirtin; findin new partners;n i dnt knw wat not..but this i knw ws all fun sorta thing..which actually dint bother these ppl coz they continued to live as per nothin had happened.&lt;br /&gt;u knw this really makes me think.... y ??? y do they havta say ' i love u' wen they r nt sure or r immature to understand wat all it takes to say such a ********(dnt hav wrds to explain) wrd called love???dere cld b i like u n stuff!!coz u never knw if 1 falls fr d real thing n oder is foolin arnd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may b those 2% cld  really understand wat it means ;outa which sm gt successful n d oders were jes left all alone wid nothin but their true feelings n emotions in hand.........&lt;br /&gt;n here again it forces me to raise a question dat y? i say y? y do these ppl suffer wen they r soo minute in no.? they r d only ones who actually understand n live fr such feelings, n dey r d ones who r left alone!!!&lt;br /&gt;i have a very dear frnd of mine whos going through such a situation but we end up crying fr y cant he hav her?ders no big deal fr her...nw u wld say shes nt wrth it?but had she nt , love wldnt hav existed...&lt;br /&gt;life has to move on...all i wish is d very best fr all those who really fall fr love!!may dey keep lovin n gettin d best life  can offer :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-112030477512951473?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/112030477512951473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=112030477512951473' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112030477512951473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/112030477512951473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/07/y-do-ppl-fall-in-love.html' title='y do ppl fall in love??'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-111988901417179788</id><published>2005-06-27T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T09:16:54.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lonely night</title><content type='html'>LONELY NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night in a bright moon light,&lt;br /&gt;I was very depressed due to a fight.&lt;br /&gt;Filled with pain, anger and cries,&lt;br /&gt;Stood still and looked up in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Silence and loneliness came and surrounded me,&lt;br /&gt;That time a star came and told me-&lt;br /&gt;“See that one lonely star,&lt;br /&gt;Always busy in fights and wars,&lt;br /&gt;Now the one who is left alone,&lt;br /&gt;A place where no love is to be served anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to live,&lt;br /&gt;There is no time for fights in it.&lt;br /&gt;Give as much love as you can,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect that it will come back.&lt;br /&gt;That star has a lesson to learn&lt;br /&gt;Of peace, harmony, kindness and love.&lt;br /&gt;So, always try to be part of all,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t break up, build strong walls.&lt;br /&gt;Walls of happiness, love and support,&lt;br /&gt;That adds shine to your life as you grow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I listened carefully to all this,&lt;br /&gt;All my sorrows were dismissed.&lt;br /&gt;I realized communication needed to be build up,&lt;br /&gt;Thereby a new ray of light surpassed my loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dnt knw y but i feel sooo relaxed wen i write smthing, i try n put it in a poetic manner....&lt;br /&gt;guess dat takes more of my time to explore my ownself.&lt;br /&gt;n these r such trivial day to day problems..i tend to take dem on a wider note;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-111988901417179788?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/111988901417179788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=111988901417179788' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/111988901417179788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/111988901417179788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/06/lonely-night.html' title='lonely night'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-111911551025882717</id><published>2005-06-18T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T10:25:10.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aajkal ke bacche!!...wat fun!!</title><content type='html'>Wooooo....I ws tired of d same old boring routine when yesterday my mom told me dat her mamiji ws coming fr lunch to our place.So as scheduled she came to our place around 12 today. But there ws a surprise in store fr me as all her 3 daughter in laws n their kids were here too(4 kids- 2 of dem 5 yrs of age n d oder two were 8 n 12 i guess).&lt;br /&gt;God i love kids... I really love being in d company of kids coz of their sheer innocence.so but obviously i ws d incharge..lol..&lt;br /&gt;but i tell u they were toofan mails(actually i knw aajkal ke saare bacche atom bomb hote hain) mera band baj gaya.i ws servin dem, running after dem n those 5 yr old monsters..i should say cute monsters were spillin dis or d oder thing..threw half of their food outside d plate n dis outer area included our floor,sofas, bed, under cushions n i dont knw wat not!&lt;br /&gt;n den after d lunch session they strtd off with their judo karate thing... i dnt knw what sounds they made, couldnt get a word but it seemed as our house ws shakin n pleadin pls stop it...&lt;br /&gt;but still i really enjoyed it..wat fun... no artificiality.. only pure, true n stupid talks of these kids.. After they left i realised wat a hectic day!.. i had become a lazy bum in these last few days.. but all d energy i could restore ws utilised by these lovely cutie monster kids;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-111911551025882717?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/111911551025882717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=111911551025882717' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/111911551025882717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/111911551025882717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/06/aajkal-ke-bacchewat-fun.html' title='aajkal ke bacche!!...wat fun!!'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-111885176425805824</id><published>2005-06-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:09:24.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jus came across...keys to my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;You'd like your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds a lot like me..&lt;br /&gt; strange.................!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-111885176425805824?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/111885176425805824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=111885176425805824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/111885176425805824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/111885176425805824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/06/jus-came-acrosskeys-to-my-heart.html' title='jus came across...keys to my heart'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13339694.post-111807335031368043</id><published>2005-06-06T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T08:55:50.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pls read n tell me d title fr this poem</title><content type='html'>There was this strong wave&lt;br /&gt;which wanted to bring some change&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt prepared for it&lt;br /&gt;but it took me with a jolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swept away with the wind&lt;br /&gt;expecting a red carpet journey to begin&lt;br /&gt;everything was so beautifully laid&lt;br /&gt;emotions,support,strength carefuly portrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to my dismay i came across&lt;br /&gt;the storm was exciting but would pass&lt;br /&gt;it just wanted to play some games with me&lt;br /&gt;leaving behind shattered hopes and pain indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it blew me off my feet&lt;br /&gt;but i dint fall, managed to beat&lt;br /&gt;a string held me with its unmatched zing&lt;br /&gt;this is life, live the experiences it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what made me write all this? actually several things were going on  my mind few days back.. n this was the result of some deeply felt emtions. i always try n put myself across through my poems specially when the storm of words n emotions is very strong within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever i write something..one thing is for sure that through my writing i realise dat d incident or  that particular experience has left me with a solution or a more positive outlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have completely come over of what i have written in my poem..This situation may occur again but the reason could be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-111807335031368043?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/111807335031368043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=111807335031368043' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/111807335031368043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/111807335031368043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/06/pls-read-n-tell-me-d-title-fr-this.html' title='pls read n tell me d title fr this poem'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</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-13339694.post-111765274990094868</id><published>2005-06-01T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T12:05:49.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me to u..intro</title><content type='html'>hii all.. this is milo joining u bloggers.well milo is my nick n m here to communicate wid all u ppl out here.m nt a gud writer but yea the volcano of emotions,dreams,problems can never extinct.it keeps on erruptin in my mind n is beyond my reach.. m able to express truely only wen i feel like.. i generally express myself through my poems...(indepth thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;well i joined u ppl coz of my frnd who is havin a kinda fun here.. so i thought lets be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;m a girl 20 yrs of age, doing journalism(h) from delhi university.i jes had my last exam fr d 2nd year.n m soo relaxed....i hav got loads n loads of frnds..few r very close to me.&lt;br /&gt;my interests include my love for dance,music n travellin n chattin wid frnds be it phone,comp. or in person,.. jes cant do widout it...i like soft romantic songs wen alone.. n wen on floor anythin wld do...&lt;br /&gt;i dont knw wat all will i b writin here...but i hope wid time n interest i will b scribblin lotta stuff fr u n me.&lt;br /&gt;take care&lt;br /&gt;milo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13339694-111765274990094868?l=takeawaydreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/feeds/111765274990094868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13339694&amp;postID=111765274990094868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/111765274990094868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13339694/posts/default/111765274990094868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takeawaydreams.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-to-uintro.html' title='me to u..intro'/><author><name>milo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04488200442883074766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
