tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86357440294335529772024-02-07T11:10:54.901-08:00Nostalgic Reminiscences....!!!!Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-13847764724743253122013-11-24T23:48:00.000-08:002013-11-24T23:48:03.294-08:00Can great co-workers make for great friends?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Co-workers cannot be the best of friends!<div>
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Almost everyone around me raises an eyebrow when I tell them that I am blessed to have colleagues who are such great friends. Mind you. Not just fair weather friends. They are a bunch of colleagues who leave no stone unturned in lending a helping hand to one another whenever the need be. </div>
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With just the right doze of impishness in us, we as a team (touchwood) cross swords with any challenge that comes our way and come out victorious. From anytime whatsapping to impromptu eye talks, unplanned hullabullo to lets-get-serious-before-the-bosses-spot-us conversations, lazying around in the beautiful countryside surroundings under the wintry sun to scraping our lunchboxes free, we share a camaraderie that is too delightful and enchanting to be penned down in words. Though all of us share a great rapport, I am closest to Meenakshi and Maninder (Mams). </div>
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As my anytime fun mates, they are the ones who help me keep the<i> child in me </i>alive at my workplace. I still can't forget the recent tumultous experience we had while watching RamLeela, or should I say <i>Goliyan ki Raasleela- RamLeela! </i>We came out totally blown away, dejected and with splitting ear-drums, thanks to the zillion gunshots that canvassed the fabric of the movie from the beginning till end. </div>
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A while ago, adding to the list of incidents where we muddled through madness yet again was one whatsapp conversation when Meenakshi pinged me after seeing a new display picture that I had put up. Intending to say that I take after my mom, she texted, 'You look like aunty in your new profile picture'. As if on cue, before I could pop in a reply, she almost freaked out realizing the duplicity that the message afforded and sent in a hoard of smileys along with a message that read 'Oh! I meant to say that I take after your mom. I just read my previous message and realized that it reads more like as if you have auntyish looks in the new picture'. :P</div>
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I feel at the end of the day, it is light and humourous conversations like these that pave way for great bonds, professionally and personally. I am glad I have such people around :)</div>
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Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-91976610237836685202013-11-24T08:51:00.000-08:002013-11-24T21:08:11.827-08:00Time Flies!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It seems as if it was just yesterday when you and I roamed around Chandigarh sitting pretty on our scooties, chasing dreams and weaving futures. Wee days of womanhood, 2006-2009. Early morning rendezvous at your Paying Guest accommodation in the lush green Sector-36, last minute entries in the first lecture of our respective classes, shared lunches during the free hours, long musical sessions during the in-between hours, countless rubbish gossips that lobbied the day, serious help-me-na sessions while doing our MBA preparatory assignments for Bulls Eye and of course, the wonderful heart-to-heart talks that brought us closer each minute of each day of each week.<br />
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I still remember how we <b>never agreed</b> on anything under the sun. We were a Fire and Ice combination. You would go East while I would go West. You would rather practice mathematical analogies while I would just cozy around with a book. You would pick white while I would blindly choose black. You would vow by tea while I would prefer coffee. You would make faces even imagining Chicken while I would go ooohing and aaaahing over Chicken wings. You would prefer just the two of us while I would always socialize heavily. You would help Mum whenever you could while I would just shirk work. And yet, when it came to being friends, somehow we always knew we would be there for each other all our lives no matter what!<br />
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Despite having decided to pursue our further studies together, as fate would have had it, you stuck by what we had decided and landed up in an MBA college in Pune while I decided to stay put in Chandigarh and go in for a Masters in English and Linguistics. Time went by so swiftly that I din't even get a chance to miss you much. I got on with my new life and you yours. You came to see me with aunty before you finally left for Pune and left me teary eyed. You brought along many pairs of beautiful earrings for me wrapped in a crumpled newspaper. Dreading your choice, I dint even feel like opening them but as surprised as one could be, I was amazed to see that were all purely My Types. Chic, blingy and colorful. It was then that I realized that perhaps, you understood me and my choices way better than anyone else. No matter how loud and audacious you had been in ridiculing my choices all the while, but somewhere deep down, you had always known exactly what I liked and what not. Would you believe, I still wear them often. They make me feel as if you are still around blabbering away to glory while taking digs at me. :)<br />
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We have been each other around a lot ever since you moved to Delhi, unfortunately just a month after I moved back to Chandigarh. I wish you were around in Delhi during my stint there. As ill luck would have it, you chose to stay in exactly the same locality as I were. I wish we could stay together reviving the good old dreams.<br />
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Khair! As I write this post on your birthday today, I feel blessed to have you around. Not to forget, this is the first time ever that I have wished you right on time in our 8 year long association. Blame it on my poor memory or twist of circumstances, I do have my regrets on this. But I truly have a feeling that its going to be a great year ahead for you.<br />
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You always believed that I would be the first to tie the knot but today as I see things coming, I have a strong sixth sense that even before we know it, you are going to be whisked away on a white horse by a Prince Charming. I can already see it coming and may be, it is this feeling that is making me go weak in the knees.<br />
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By the way, do you really have it in you to make a shy, soft-spoken and head-tilted-down bride? :)<br />
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I am sure you do and you are going to make your guy one lucky man on the face of this earth. My best wishes are with you, today and always.<br />
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Happy Birthday, K! Have a great life.<br />
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Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-32232513362608555252012-10-16T12:04:00.000-07:002012-10-16T12:10:36.602-07:00The Joy of Solitude<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We all move around in a busy world, where business and busy-ness are the only two words that rule our lives. Gone are the days when humanity took retreat in the lap of solitude. However, there are still a few of us who continue to halt and take some time off our neck-deep busy-ness and immerse ourselves in the wisdom of solitude.<br />
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I personally feel wretched if I don't get my share of solitude from the monotony of everyday life. Beyond a week, my mental faculties cannot continue to work if not given their share of solitude and retrospection.<br />
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Solitude is heavenly, provided it is received with the due share of respect that it deserves.<br />
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<li>Nothing beats the tick-tock sound of the clock. It is more soothing than perhaps, any other sound in the world at the dead of the night. </li>
<li>The pitter-patter of the raindrops on my window sill.</li>
<li>The sound of a gentle breeze gushing through my ears on a perfect moonlit night.</li>
<li>The first-cry of an infant reverberating from a neighbor's house as he wakes up early morning after a sound sleep.</li>
<li>The clicky sound that the ice cubes make while being dropped into a glass tumbler.</li>
<li>The 'aaaah' sound that escapes our lips while we rejoice smelling the coffee brew, snuggled in our duvets in chilly winters.</li>
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Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-42975876579587131562012-08-25T09:38:00.000-07:002012-08-25T09:38:19.908-07:00Serendipity<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
As I sit back and write today with tear-clogged eyes, flashes of events and incidents that occurred lately cross my mind. I feel stuck in a time warp. High and lows are an inevitable part of our lives, yet it isn't everyone's cup of tea to endure them with the necessary grace and poise. <div>
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Not many months ago, I used to be a very different person than what I am now. </div>
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As always I found no other place than this blog to come back and shed some copious tears. As the masters of wisdom have said, life moves on, I am trying to usher in a wave of life, unfettered and ill-informed. To be honest, I won't mind if God takes away my life right now, right here. </div>
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I strongly feel that I have lived my part and don't feel any more surge to explore anything anymore.</div>
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Dear God, if you are listening kindly do me a favour. Just end up things before they get to worse. I truly feel that sojourn on earth needs to culminate into its rightful end sometime sooner than later. I have been here, lived it but now I wish to disappear and get a taste of the after-life.</div>
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Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-11971846749912066432011-07-14T11:23:00.000-07:002011-07-14T11:23:48.921-07:00Moving on yet, standing still!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFH_4QjIrU978baXVL6t9hpiy6Z0kRbPSX54dXX8hJHCMJMaTt9ezOMXPrKKl29ZqKlJudVjeQPMgbSbVXqxWG5GMmM5LQa4maBBk4mLzCZjadlei4M72Zn2kz7Ycx2UcZQd_NVziKaw/s1600/Thinking%252520Girl%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFH_4QjIrU978baXVL6t9hpiy6Z0kRbPSX54dXX8hJHCMJMaTt9ezOMXPrKKl29ZqKlJudVjeQPMgbSbVXqxWG5GMmM5LQa4maBBk4mLzCZjadlei4M72Zn2kz7Ycx2UcZQd_NVziKaw/s320/Thinking%252520Girl%255B1%255D.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We all move on in life! Don't we?</div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">It wouldn't be wrong to say that life is all about moving on!</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Moving on towards an unseen, unheard and unpredictable future.</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div></div><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">In my limited span of life, I've very often come across people struggling to move on with the vagaries and vicissitudes of life. Professional upheavals, familial obligations, guilt drains, break-ups, heartaches, failure phobias - there may be a plethora of reasons. Though it is NOW that I realize how easy and difficult these are while preaching and practicing respectively! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Given my current state of mind, I really Want to move on. Rather I badly NEED to move on yet somewhere something tugs at my heart and appeals me to hold on for just a bit longer.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Till this day I thought that only 'unsaid departures' hurt deep, but at this juncture I am being compelled to contemplate that what about the well-called-for departures? Don't they hurt as bad as the unsaid ones!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-84775029404582161422011-07-13T06:45:00.000-07:002011-07-14T11:08:52.493-07:00Penancing TimesJust when I thought that my life was on a perfect ride under the perfect reins, destiny played its trick yet again. And why not?! Life never fails to follow its forever-cherished dictum - An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!<br />
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I am sure I must have been incredibly indifferent/rude to someone or many, that I have been robbed off my all patience and good times. Life hits back, HARD!<br />
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Well, there are sane souls out there who tout me as 'inhuman' and unworthy of being a human let alone a girl. Honestly, I do feel there must be some truth in their arguments, some credibility in their anguish and a tremendous amount of hatred and hurt in their value judgements. Why on earth otherwise would someone hate someone else with such intensity and vigour?!<br />
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I have no clue as to what went wrong or where and in what intensity. Though I do feel strongly about the fact that if I alone am the cause of all their worldly suffering and misery, then I should better keep myself (my-evil-self) away from them. After all they too deserve their fair share of undiluted happiness and contentment in life.<br />
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I know it's not going to be easy keeping away.. yet it will at least render me some amount of satisfaction thinking that they'll be happier 'off' me. I had nobody practically nobody in this world to share this piece of news with, so thought of coming back to Nostalgic Reminiscences and crying my heart out. Though now that I am here, I feel almost blank and rudderless. Huh! I think not even this blog loves me any more!<br />
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P.S. - I am not surprised. May be, I deserve all the hatred.Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-2427425356445938372010-08-13T07:41:00.000-07:002010-09-03T02:40:40.146-07:00Thus, spoke my head!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieF7LZjh9s8DNhtJQdoI5LidpfP8ZKrzILhElvbFnU_WgM1mejNgutjWUFSjFm-ciaLS6NeMbQngu-Y5-QJn9C-Yi6CZgH3otDQVj-id2zJFlXu_Vl6Lxfun5xeMy5Vmss4YxuWD3IRu4/s1600/william-adolphe-bouguereau-a-childhood-idyll-1900.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512615651363082098" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieF7LZjh9s8DNhtJQdoI5LidpfP8ZKrzILhElvbFnU_WgM1mejNgutjWUFSjFm-ciaLS6NeMbQngu-Y5-QJn9C-Yi6CZgH3otDQVj-id2zJFlXu_Vl6Lxfun5xeMy5Vmss4YxuWD3IRu4/s320/william-adolphe-bouguereau-a-childhood-idyll-1900.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 251px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;">Strange are the ways of life. Every time we begin to feel that the going is right, life </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;">topsy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"> </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;">turvys</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"> it all. The topic of contemplation that is infuriating my grey cells today is the sanctity of human relationships ;-)</span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;">There are time when I am forced to wonder how 'close' is actually close when it comes to bonding between/among friends? Going by the same conventions, how 'true' is actually true and how 'fake' is actually fake when it comes to opinionated differences among friends? We are taught ever since our </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;">pre</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;">-nursery days that friendship is perhaps, the most beautiful intangible creation of mankind on the face of this earth, and that, friends are meant to stand by each other NO MATTER WHAT! But how relevant are these age old </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;">dictums</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"> in the face of the present times?</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;">I personally fail to feel their presence in the moderately large web of friends that I move around in. The glorified notions of loyalty, perseverence, trust seem to have been hibernating for quite some time now.. Most of us aren't even aware of such voids and the marginally few, who are, fail to make any sort of amends on their end to bring back the bright old lustre to the once-revered relationships.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffcc00;">I personally opine that being frank and outright is definitely way better than being a lousy-mouse waiting for the right moment to act!</span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-21290888496211348572010-07-06T07:49:00.000-07:002010-07-06T08:36:40.520-07:00A Token of Thanks!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwulekF-aOpf2Lm_2FBoYZ1YXi5UrYIsYFuArD7qkISJ28kD_iDCNhvhFaYlhuCUhVAI6MASytoHbqlbqTiyeNVRcTJrdMoRiRg0JZitH4cfiCGRs4h9poUPmfendorbhf9lNYgheLis8/s1600/Smiley%2520Coffee%2520Cup%2520copy%5B1%5D.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwulekF-aOpf2Lm_2FBoYZ1YXi5UrYIsYFuArD7qkISJ28kD_iDCNhvhFaYlhuCUhVAI6MASytoHbqlbqTiyeNVRcTJrdMoRiRg0JZitH4cfiCGRs4h9poUPmfendorbhf9lNYgheLis8/s320/Smiley%2520Coffee%2520Cup%2520copy%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490813942867492338" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">Nostalgic Reminiscences is slated to reach it's 100th post shortly! :)</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">Fellow bloggers, I am sure, would understand the whirlpool of frenzied excitement rampant in my heart on achieving this landmark!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); ">As luck had it, this blog could have reached its maiden century way back, had I not abandoned it all of a sudden. However, as destiny played its part, I am back here yet again waiting to be enthralled by its silent razzmatazz. However, I won't really give away all the credit to the destiny alone. I need to mention here, someone without whose encouragement and peppy motivation, my come back wouldn't have been possible so soon.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">I don't really know whether he would appreciate this gesture on my part or not. Hence, I wouldn't take the liberty of disclosing his identity as yet. He's a new friend, the latest addition in my league of friends.. a common friend who transcended to the status of a sweet, nagging companion in an impressively short span of time. I don't think that I'll ever be able to voice it out in person or not, so I am scribbling my heartfelt gratitude for him right here, right now!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">Dear friend, thanks a lot for taking the pains of going through every single post of mine listed here. I was and still am in awe and absolutely overwhelmed by this ultra cute gesture of yours, to say the least. I still am at a loss to figure out what actually drove you to this place. I've rarely come across anyone who showed such a keen interest in my insights. I am still groping in the dark trying to figure out what really made you take the trouble of going through every single entry of mine posted here.. No one has ever done that before, and I have no idea whether anyone would do it in the future or not. :P:D After all who really is cranky enough to read crankier things written by a slipshod like me?!! ;P:P:P</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">I would have loved to know your answers but since I see you getting geared up for your dream destination ahead, I don't really think it's feasible on my part to tickle your mind with my silly inquiries.. I am sure the tough journey ahead wouldn't spare you the time or energy to visit this place again..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for this truly amazing gesture. I am thoroughly touched and humbled by this maiden favor accorded to me, and would treasure it for years to come..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">P.S. - Every time I now visit my blog, more often than once I think of you and your ultra sweet gesture and find myself thanking you from the deepest core of my heart.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">Thanks, for reconnecting me to my world! :)</span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-66069648960966721852010-07-06T00:08:00.000-07:002010-07-06T00:31:40.724-07:00Fragments of Reminiscences<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6Ayg07rlWQvWu2rkP0Rt8zky_AFJy7ILsVhKovqeLIcCrEfXSKv9qfr-dxxqPuhzcQMj3Z-qsDQ8pxmtmvuwTBiOJCOkOkRJDLknWRTKPNE8pY-avyQUXFQ0yF2efm5c7n6so-wBDV0/s1600/girl_girl%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi6Ayg07rlWQvWu2rkP0Rt8zky_AFJy7ILsVhKovqeLIcCrEfXSKv9qfr-dxxqPuhzcQMj3Z-qsDQ8pxmtmvuwTBiOJCOkOkRJDLknWRTKPNE8pY-avyQUXFQ0yF2efm5c7n6so-wBDV0/s320/girl_girl%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490690258531600898" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">While browsing through the message folders of my cellphone, I stumbled upon a few messages sent by a once-great-friend of mine. Life is queer and you never really know what the future has in store for you! The entire equation from strangers to friends, friends to buddies, buddies to the best of friends seems a little dubious to me, most of the times.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">Anyhow, as my eyes chanced upon </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">her</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"> messages, whiffs of memories came gushing forth.. I just thought of preserving the last remnants of a-once-beautiful relationship here, on my treasured space..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><blockquote></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">"I luv you maggie :-) thanks for making me feel so special.. And who says that the day was dull ?? You truly made my day.. I kept you waiting but chalta hai ;-) I dunno if you ll remember me some years down the line bt i always will .. :-) my mom and nanu are very happy for u did so much for me... And i really value those people who bring a smile on their faces and you just did that!! Thanks, and u'll always have me around.... Always :-) love"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); ">This message had been sent on Feb 02, 2010. her b'day..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">A lot has changed since then. And we have moved on happily with our no-talking-pact. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-43369257817957972782010-07-05T04:59:00.001-07:002010-07-05T05:25:25.050-07:00A New Wave<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQOgk0xDpnCyiuqZRlsp-acbW_ka8VGLYvNVqYShmiMr_5sIJnVNkiMF1gtdptSG7G4GgZzsGmBtX6Zciuf3VKjD4RHMhbmdQa_b1qkwsTeTmr5ri_KuVWUdmKUPUVplH31kk0u7RwzQ/s1600/depressed-child1_21121%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYQOgk0xDpnCyiuqZRlsp-acbW_ka8VGLYvNVqYShmiMr_5sIJnVNkiMF1gtdptSG7G4GgZzsGmBtX6Zciuf3VKjD4RHMhbmdQa_b1qkwsTeTmr5ri_KuVWUdmKUPUVplH31kk0u7RwzQ/s320/depressed-child1_21121%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490395175488722530" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">Life is on the verge of a new tide. A new wave of renewed hopes with fresh promises is about to hit the shore of life. I'm about to get into my second year of Post Graduation. This might in fact, be my last year as a full-fledged student. I might study ahead, I might not! Speculations are rife and many.. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">There are times when I speculate about the future course of life..looking quizically at the times to come. How similar or different they would be with respect to my present life.. Since the thoughts are not really welcoming, I often prefer to dispel them.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">However, sooner or later life WILL take a new course irrespective of what I feel or want .. and I would be compelled to follow its destined mayhem.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">Till then, too much to think! ecisions are tough and impending..</span><div><br /></div></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-13577434398526280242010-07-02T07:56:00.000-07:002010-07-05T04:55:22.264-07:00Blogger's Retreat!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Dear Nostalgic Reminiscences,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">I know it's been quite some while since I made an appearance here.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Somehow for reasons yet not deciphered, I just lost the vigor to write anymore.</span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">The hibernation lasted for over 100 days, I believe.. It goes without saying that during this brief interval, never even for a second did I forget the rejuvenation and solace that you endowed upon my poor self during the trying times.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Life did bring it share of ups-and-downs, mostly ups actually.. and I did feel like coming back to you and pouring it all out in a go.. Bt then..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Anyways!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">The news is that I'm back and this time with renewed vitality and enthusiasm. All this while, there had been friends and well wishers who kept refueling my spirits to return on my blogging spree. To my utter surprise, off late I came across an enthusiastic friend, who had the patience and inquisitiveness to read all, yes, I mean ALL my posts from bottom to top, in a perfect chronological order. May be, it was his enthusiasm that made me reconnect with you today or may be, it probably was the destined time for our reunion..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Finally, I am back.. with a promise of rebonding with you with even greater perfection and vivacity this time. :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Cheers to this new beginning! </span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-51983211554206129192010-03-17T09:12:00.000-07:002010-03-17T09:24:16.795-07:00The Magic of womanhood!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYjZ0e4waplG8NdoXvbe8DCmZg8buG61cB1MbQ9rAkCRmgMK8vgjshSPCUHX6GkHJe0Hs72DSPYO8s2GlH8jiCcIieQYrVgVjh1ZL8GwlWWz1fE-uhNLZvZnJF5zWvNXcKWecLJjDoN4g/s1600-h/wandering_soul_by_roadioarts.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYjZ0e4waplG8NdoXvbe8DCmZg8buG61cB1MbQ9rAkCRmgMK8vgjshSPCUHX6GkHJe0Hs72DSPYO8s2GlH8jiCcIieQYrVgVjh1ZL8GwlWWz1fE-uhNLZvZnJF5zWvNXcKWecLJjDoN4g/s320/wandering_soul_by_roadioarts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449639098103061938" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); ">Crippled by the storms of life,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">debilitated by the mockeries of fate,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">she waits in excited reverie,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">for the halo of the imminent blessedness,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">to embrace her into itself,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6600;">for now and for ever!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Such is the beauty of faith! Such is the aura of the working of a female's mind.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">She longs to see a ray of hope amidst a canopy of dense darkness...an epitome of unflinching hope.. such is her zest for survival!</span></div><div><br /></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-39413177399728729192010-02-28T03:48:00.000-08:002010-02-28T03:51:08.981-08:00Love Redefined!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmE_2cKh1YFKKMgAMX43jMezY_YqHAprcWPnazhjaTlHxiV3ARWdSJ4MW8FnMwIvAJAdggyZCYNeQdvca35-OMpUOOL11vyl7iE_z81aQ8nRYzJqhP5U8ulK-wTPEaj_xy2n44qN7mJ_A/s1600-h/day+three+o+seven.+add+color+to+my+sunset+sky.+by+reflecting+truth+via+Flickr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmE_2cKh1YFKKMgAMX43jMezY_YqHAprcWPnazhjaTlHxiV3ARWdSJ4MW8FnMwIvAJAdggyZCYNeQdvca35-OMpUOOL11vyl7iE_z81aQ8nRYzJqhP5U8ulK-wTPEaj_xy2n44qN7mJ_A/s320/day+three+o+seven.+add+color+to+my+sunset+sky.+by+reflecting+truth+via+Flickr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443260469443702674" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">A thousand unspoken words,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">a deluge of unbridled emotions,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">an enigma of frenzied ecstasy,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">a sky of countless ephemeral dreams,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">a land of unheard symphonies,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">an exquisite twinkle in the eye,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">an indelible smile on the lips</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">the world calls it love,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">I beg to differ here,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">for,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">I call it,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">pursuit of happiness!</span></b></div></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-32035864971890782502010-02-14T05:01:00.000-08:002010-02-14T05:23:06.099-08:00Love is in Me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKOt7KtrkZIOW_AylLCg_-w8CustEkFPkuMRGNfUQ82s0tsfDcYIAQS0yVM2-AK63t1gK4He0sQ9ontfJKgbUbmNZjus7CfjC2MEm7y9Nptrhp3xnnTsmWlevDdoHgzyTHQgMkjqS0bo/s1600-h/valentines_heart600.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKOt7KtrkZIOW_AylLCg_-w8CustEkFPkuMRGNfUQ82s0tsfDcYIAQS0yVM2-AK63t1gK4He0sQ9ontfJKgbUbmNZjus7CfjC2MEm7y9Nptrhp3xnnTsmWlevDdoHgzyTHQgMkjqS0bo/s320/valentines_heart600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438088919587573650" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Don't get too carried away with the ironical title of this post!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">It has got nothing to do with my </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">being in love</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">. Rather it's just a cheesy way of casting away the volley of frequent questions and queries, that are often pelted at me by my near and dear ones! ;-)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Yes, to put it upfront;</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I might not be </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">in love</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">, but love certainly is </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">in m</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">e! (*evil laughter!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Well, its Valentines! Like every year, it did create ripples of nervousness and excitement in my mischievous heart and like any other year, I preferred not to reciprocate the proposals coming my way, for reasons still unknown and undisclosed to my heart!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Guess my heart is still at the waiting end for My Special Someone! My senses are yet to encounter the reverberations of his </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">destined arrival</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> in my life... and then, for reasons unfathomable, I relish clinging on to my fate waiting for his grand entry with baited breath! :-)</span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-66295570931596837612010-01-18T01:22:00.000-08:002010-01-18T01:36:38.101-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDTmt3oFLvFdkHSfEnBbMOSrTUzchyO_llr_oC71o_BnBJJy1AnTj8c5ECt5zbiQ-_dVJBIhB_lSLndKTPdJ1Mi8NIG_4IS_-aQbsXwzKlZJ1NqcIc0uYHN_lvoOWZ61FyiyfIePnnvM/s1600-h/_rrp0960blog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyDTmt3oFLvFdkHSfEnBbMOSrTUzchyO_llr_oC71o_BnBJJy1AnTj8c5ECt5zbiQ-_dVJBIhB_lSLndKTPdJ1Mi8NIG_4IS_-aQbsXwzKlZJ1NqcIc0uYHN_lvoOWZ61FyiyfIePnnvM/s320/_rrp0960blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428011159413077170" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">'Tough times don't last, tough people do!'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Quite often I condition my mind to redeem its vitality by assimilating this age-old dictum. However, there </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">are</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"> times when I find myself questioning its integrity! Guess, we all always look for ways to caress our emotional fallibilities and wounds by way of introducing such witty and abstract notions in our wayward thought-processes. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">A mere passing thought!</span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-75636524380166945932010-01-01T22:08:00.000-08:002010-01-20T05:31:56.740-08:00Love is...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXD4zPVfzEayBDG1tydYxFTDZLEjb1mXXQO18v1nu84flmAMkHFQU1H7yA_C0_hsTgLai4gNnAi-QQ2gSvJ1CR1si5laNrENIJsSgwGq9l6gfEycMTgj6NW4B0oCBO_ogc6I-yvWzFg4/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXD4zPVfzEayBDG1tydYxFTDZLEjb1mXXQO18v1nu84flmAMkHFQU1H7yA_C0_hsTgLai4gNnAi-QQ2gSvJ1CR1si5laNrENIJsSgwGq9l6gfEycMTgj6NW4B0oCBO_ogc6I-yvWzFg4/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422021029005204914" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">I couldn't find a better image to kickstart my blogging spree in Twenty oh Ten!*</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">How often do we feel mesmerized and moved, noticing a made-for-each-other elderly couple?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Hmmm.Quite often in my case at least!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">A strange feeling of ecstasy and wonder grips my thoughts. I feel intrigued to walk up to them and observe their closely knitted world from close. It's a pleasure acknowledging the true embodiments of love, relishing their warmth and exploring a relationship that has been through almost an entire gamut of human emotions that one gets to witness in one's lifetime.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">How nice it is to have someone by your side, someone special who has been an intimate companion in your life's journey. Guess now I understand what people truly mean when they say, that they are looking forward to having someone with whom they can </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">grow old with</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">May be, love isn't just about spending the rest of your lives together. It's about making each minute of each day of each year of your lives more live-able and worthwhile. It's about relishing the bliss of togetherness. It's about creating a miniature world of your own cocooned and nestled within unfathomable layers of love, warmth and unrelenting commitment.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">May be, love is all about overcoming the 'We' in 'Us'! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Anyways, how would I know about this! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Wait till I explore, and let you know! :-)</span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-50965899442105797462010-01-01T21:50:00.002-08:002010-01-01T22:05:33.065-08:00Cheers to a new beginning!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Another new year, another new beginning! New hopes, new aspirations and new dreams pave way for yet another blessed and blissful year ahead. Assimilating the same flavor, I look forward to relishing another endearing year here, at Nostalgic Reminiscences.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">A sense of accomplishment dawns on my mind, as I look back and recollect the memories of the year gone by. A curious mixture of unfathomable emotions takes control of my mind. Anyhow, without digressing further from the flavor of this post, I wish you all a very happy and prosperous New Year.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Hope this new year adorns our lives with all that we truly DESERVE & DESIRE!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">On a personal note, I am indeed, looking forward to this new beginning. I have already made a mental note of all that I strive to achieve and enjoy in the coming days. 2009 taught me a lot in the true sense of the word and I sincerely aspire to assimilate these lessons in my life henceforth.</span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-28777473692112293302009-12-28T06:10:00.001-08:002009-12-28T06:39:18.902-08:00Bidding Adieu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiKE9BUhlo41H7sEQqIA8jRrxMY0glc9bmd_tf7NpNo-7WDmA84gbg9Q6O_ESSxT9lF6J5hyUQQGHg2xzCAizSnobk18-x4SlXqfRjZ2hRpXiElie8AMshHggaaa8d3A2E9AvEGdGx468/s1600-h/writing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiKE9BUhlo41H7sEQqIA8jRrxMY0glc9bmd_tf7NpNo-7WDmA84gbg9Q6O_ESSxT9lF6J5hyUQQGHg2xzCAizSnobk18-x4SlXqfRjZ2hRpXiElie8AMshHggaaa8d3A2E9AvEGdGx468/s320/writing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420296484303584802" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">As the year draws to its logical end, my mind is coerced into a realm of introspection and self-analysis. I am intrigued..I am excited..I am numb, and yet at the same time, prepared to rewind the course of my life and relish the flashbacks of the last 365 days that got added to my life span.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">There are things that I want to know, there are answers that I still look forward to, there are regrets that I so want to get rid of, there are people I so want to be with and there are memories that I totally want to do away with.. Likewise there are people that mean so much to me that I just cannot afford to imagine life </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">sans </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">them and, there are ones that I now regret knowing! There are moments that I wish to wrap tenderly in some solitary closet of my heart, there are secrets that I still want to unburden, there are desires that I wish to fulfill and there are dreams that I want to weave into the fabric of my life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">2009 brought a whiff of new experiences! Adorned my life with outrageous new dimensions. There were moments that simply took my breath away, and there were moments that were a little to painful to endure. There were new arrivals, and there were painful departures. Happiness rained from all corners of the world, yet anguish din't seem to leave me away. Countless rounds of tears and laughter walked in and out of my life. College got over, and University life embraced me into its arms. Hundreds of new memories and moments filled my photo albums. A number of acquaintances were transformed into friends, and a lot of friends got transformed into buddies for life. The leftover memories of 2008 finally left my bereaved soul, and a whiff of fresh life welcomed me into its arms.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">My mood swings amused me in the most unexpected ways! Yet in the end, positivity ruled supreme. Thousands of new lessons adorned my life. Each day cultivated and cultured some valuable learning in one way or the other. Thankfully, there were a lot of people who amazed with their out-of-the-box attitude towards life. I'm thankful to God, for letting me come across many such people this year. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;">There were moments and memories of 2009 that I would want to vent out here, but not just now..Till then, adios!</span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-46763274335294355162009-12-19T02:06:00.000-08:002009-12-19T02:14:37.525-08:00Random Ruminations!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9-a-fwTDvb4E99hXcAQyRQS5L8_wXOTvbfobcBVmUDnkPdVfY8aae50P-vSJNknz4DK9QJvWrdemR4R6j4fPsVKV0lSvhEr9d4-M162Xaz23REq027oajerzagN3Q8-FDmBhan1Uz1c/s1600-h/873,1155846160,14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9-a-fwTDvb4E99hXcAQyRQS5L8_wXOTvbfobcBVmUDnkPdVfY8aae50P-vSJNknz4DK9QJvWrdemR4R6j4fPsVKV0lSvhEr9d4-M162Xaz23REq027oajerzagN3Q8-FDmBhan1Uz1c/s320/873,1155846160,14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416888253241028082" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here comes another wryly realistic outburst!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I was just wondering the other day, that why is being 'insensitive' considered 'just-so-cool' in the contemporary times?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Any answers?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Any one?!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm really intrigued to know your say on this one.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I just loathe people who believe in leading a life of I-did-it-my-way types!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-16212829738112367812009-12-03T08:44:00.000-08:002009-12-03T08:58:04.167-08:00Occasional Ramblings!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u6JJnjkZq0CIgXM_lhoQNwtWPOB8hRE66LNS435ld7gdwyUFIj3kuf7krEtDTnOrOCfQlVnJK3JPCM1qSYjcCOe111QEMGVb7UHpWEsnkVCNnReHKvftS-aXTuVeRAYkJoULoPxhicU/s1600-h/thinking_girl%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2u6JJnjkZq0CIgXM_lhoQNwtWPOB8hRE66LNS435ld7gdwyUFIj3kuf7krEtDTnOrOCfQlVnJK3JPCM1qSYjcCOe111QEMGVb7UHpWEsnkVCNnReHKvftS-aXTuVeRAYkJoULoPxhicU/s320/thinking_girl%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411055011397750050" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Off late, I have realized that almost 90% of people on the face of this earth, fail to </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">respect</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"> and </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">reciproca</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">te the feelings of others. And an even larger number fail to express their heartfelt thoughts and emotions at just about the </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">right</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"> time!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Do they even realize how torturing it is for those, who don't fall into such abuser categories?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">Let me just put it upfront! Its painstaking for ultra-sensitive and emotionally weak people like me, who literally thrive on lighter things of life viz. feelings and emotions.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33CC00;">The feeling of not being 'understood' or being 'misinterpreted' or 'taken for granted' is just about one of the most miserable experiences that one can go through in one's life! Furthermore, the feeling of not being understood 'the-right-way' is so damn harrowing that I probably, would fail to put it into words...</span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-85439410478421952522009-11-27T23:37:00.000-08:002009-11-27T23:46:57.682-08:00In the End, it doesn't Even Matter!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3p4tRxgl15VMpLbClBoyTHtXdbamVvocFyeTz3Whbl6S-dhlXi6g3-v1Ku8GuqaOGH7vxKzYgE4HiuIzdmYxHLsir6gmoszK2lmIhJOkWfXPeAAPWdDbtRbygOSP8xQz3nuucHvQbcs/s1600/solitude%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3p4tRxgl15VMpLbClBoyTHtXdbamVvocFyeTz3Whbl6S-dhlXi6g3-v1Ku8GuqaOGH7vxKzYgE4HiuIzdmYxHLsir6gmoszK2lmIhJOkWfXPeAAPWdDbtRbygOSP8xQz3nuucHvQbcs/s320/solitude%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409057545627450466" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">She is happy! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to be alone</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to be cursed</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to be abused</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to be rebuked</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to be forgotten</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to be scoffed at</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to be neglected</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to be all by herself</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to have been cheated upon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to have been relegated to the backdrop</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">happy to have lost the sense of belongingness!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">In the end,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">she is still happy to be 'who she is'!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">That's why I say, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">"In the end, it doesn't even matter!"</span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-48112522899565195062009-11-27T22:57:00.000-08:002009-11-27T23:28:15.629-08:00You Taught Me the Meaning of Life!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-bfTbiL6EZgETeGE1jB_BpCD4ZAZAQvaUQg2fbadAo-aKD2ke2wrKXI2otJvXg51x07tEmnxjmS2TAEXBHhPGO8Up9a5FDldFbGTYwqV0wK2j60xJ9vQA_w4K6sOlf82vUZiOdo-CgI/s1600/standard.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-bfTbiL6EZgETeGE1jB_BpCD4ZAZAQvaUQg2fbadAo-aKD2ke2wrKXI2otJvXg51x07tEmnxjmS2TAEXBHhPGO8Up9a5FDldFbGTYwqV0wK2j60xJ9vQA_w4K6sOlf82vUZiOdo-CgI/s320/standard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409052538062030162" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); ">I had been sailing on the waters of life</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">like a rudderless boat bereft of its direction</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">until my eyes chanced upon </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">you</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"> one fine day;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">relishing the hard hitting rains on your wobbling legs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">trying to capture the heavenly bliss in your twinkling eyes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">I saw you getting drenched in the exquisite beauty of that fond moment</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">collecting a handful of rain drops in your tender fists</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">the divinity of nature reflecting immaculately in your innocent eyes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">the bliss of the divine blessings radiating their aura,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">on your admirable face</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">Enamored by the vivacity of that tender moment</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">I retreated to my inner self,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">resuming my journey towards self exploration</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9900;">with a never before zest and ecstasy!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-80463131342336845622009-11-27T22:35:00.000-08:002009-11-27T22:41:24.563-08:00A Nostalgic End!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTW0W5jQGMdrlZZKELwd9QuUfBlhyphenhyphengaaMlBWJvnNd-1J8-coPMLWgukxYMr_fyIuB6yAxsDIhdS4iKFcG31NjNXpWxVstX3SOy73zw0EYoe3DdwILe5byBAy7apD-EC8qaEzD9-UlY8c/s1600/simplify-footprint%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTW0W5jQGMdrlZZKELwd9QuUfBlhyphenhyphengaaMlBWJvnNd-1J8-coPMLWgukxYMr_fyIuB6yAxsDIhdS4iKFcG31NjNXpWxVstX3SOy73zw0EYoe3DdwILe5byBAy7apD-EC8qaEzD9-UlY8c/s320/simplify-footprint%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409040759371970130" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Isn't it amazing how life never fails to surprise us with its topsy-turvying circumstances?!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Strange, I tell you, are the ways of life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">So, with this I would like to pour my heart out on a recent experience that touched my heart in ways more than one! Finally, after a whirlpool of thoughtful decisions and ambiguities, my stint at CueBlocks came to an end. CueBlocks was my first job ever! I joined it sometime in May this year, May 11th to be precise.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">My stint at Cue gave me a world of memories to remember and cherish all my life, I met some of the finest people in the world during my sojourn here. I got to know some real good people, whose memories and goodness would remain etched in my heart for years to come, Nosheen, Pancham Sir and Deepshikha di being the prominent ones!</span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-72169988527001773012009-11-13T20:48:00.000-08:002009-11-13T20:52:30.040-08:00A Wish!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVVm2pqc6SUo9l1SUbT05FO9YzTt0PQeUd_dPDBppna38QUGKIfQp9lyZ3CsS5BxATNO30yiE-D5b9j52Ps_j90VD0IFC4Q00VhUnaB_IJKCV62KYfizS9L3RJco7swb8yMgzBqO_9YM/s1600-h/SuperStock_1804R-8433.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMVVm2pqc6SUo9l1SUbT05FO9YzTt0PQeUd_dPDBppna38QUGKIfQp9lyZ3CsS5BxATNO30yiE-D5b9j52Ps_j90VD0IFC4Q00VhUnaB_IJKCV62KYfizS9L3RJco7swb8yMgzBqO_9YM/s320/SuperStock_1804R-8433.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403817561410069122" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Broken ties of unfathomable love,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">still nestle hopes of</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">reliving the glory of the</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">cherished times together.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">Together or not,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">memories would always </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">bring us together as,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC00;">"friends till eternity!"</span></span></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8635744029433552977.post-29799602548731377402009-11-07T21:57:00.000-08:002009-11-07T22:29:43.685-08:008 Marvels - About Me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gQxO_dphy_kcg-EkY8ApE2IieBmlcogwjnXVofAiU7e7eVkFgy9Tw_u35gdu8JH4kCCokn3mCIG2WmQd6Y0f2AS2w5-W8DjO5DPLkGQrDEj3WYHqn-JDWpeXNNon2U11XCFT5Rl0fd4/s1600-h/tag%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7gQxO_dphy_kcg-EkY8ApE2IieBmlcogwjnXVofAiU7e7eVkFgy9Tw_u35gdu8JH4kCCokn3mCIG2WmQd6Y0f2AS2w5-W8DjO5DPLkGQrDEj3WYHqn-JDWpeXNNon2U11XCFT5Rl0fd4/s320/tag%5B1%5D%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401616115753154418" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">It's been about some months since I reverted to any of the tags, dropped in by friends and fellow bloggers. Time to be on my toes.!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">So, here I am trying to wrestle with this one. This tag requires me to spill beans on some interesting facets of my persona. Huh! Lets see.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>8 Favorite places to eat:</b></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Sitting on the grass</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Roadside corners</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Stu-C (Just can't resist this one)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Fancy restaurants</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">On long drives</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Anywhere in the campus while bunking classes :-)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Relishing sumptuous dinners prepared by dad at home</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Anywhere on a free treat. I'm in for it any time :-)</span></li></ul><div><b>8 Things I want scientists to invest:</b></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">A Time machine (Wish I could go back and mend the wrongs done)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">A mind reader </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Wireless laptops</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">A virtual library (to satiate the voracious reader in me!)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">A friendship meter (lol)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">An anti-aging medicine (Gosh!)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">A flying car (I'm too sick of the burgeoning traffic!)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Any anti-depressant drug (to keep my spirits high all the while! Lol)</span></li></ul><div><b>8 Phrases I use often:</b></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">As if!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Get over it ya.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Forget it! (Dare you laugh, Crankster!)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Come on!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Ways of life (Megha, who knows it better than you?)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Are you crazy? (Tanvi is just so sick of this one.Lol)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Easier said than done!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Nothing much :-)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Whatever!</span></li></ul><div><b>8 Things I love about Winter</b>:</div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">The mistifying fog!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">My black jacket.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Rainy winters</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Catching up with friends over cups of hot chocolate</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">The warmth of holding hands</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">The very feel of winters</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Stuffed paranthas and nans :-)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Cozy blankets</span></li></ul><div><b>8 Things I am looking forward to: </b></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">A lucrative career</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Marriage (Did I just say that?! Lol)</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Ardent blogging</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Compiling a poetry book</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Delving more into literature</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Exploring all the continents before I die!</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Learning professional photography</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">An unwinding holiday destination in the Himalayas</span></li></ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">God! I am tired tickling my brain cells. Time to take a nap!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;">Currently playing - 'You're beautiful' by James Blunt.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Mohita Saxenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10440374834140564968noreply@blogger.com3