<?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-6683652754236641459</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:06:04.156-08:00</updated><category term='history and else'/><category term='first feed'/><category term='regular'/><category term='free mind'/><title type='text'>adventures of click and sads!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-2013036522284678262</id><published>2010-11-30T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:03:12.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>US</title><content type='html'>There's no shame in admitting. Though I maybe wrong in the future.. but it's to come later. Maybe it does come. anyway. Point being AM in LOVe and I love it. &lt;div&gt;You're the best. You complete me. I am blogging about you, that's how crazy I am . I am high on you. Do you know what's the best part about US?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're both in love ... and the cutest part is that we are in love with eachother. It is a rare feeling. I know this maybe not forever, there's no say to it. Future always puts us in a big SITUATION, for the first time, I can see it in your eyes what I want to see which is what you want to show. I love You. I love fighting, I love arguing, I love doing silly things, I love saying Silly things. I love crying about you, I love complaining to you. I LISTENING to yOU. You are my power. you are my soul and you complete me . I love your stupid scroll wax that makes you look coooler (thats what you think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you saying YES and then saying NO. I love morning dates I love evening dates. EVery drive is worth the ride. Every food and movie is all What WE DESERVE. We made it. We are making it. They call it love. I call it US ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;someday they'll make a statue of us and put it on a mountain top. YEayy..! before that I wanna Do a lot of things for us.. TRAVEL - like going to places where We wanted to be. you wanted to be and I wanted to be. EAT - the food what you love i love .. SLEEP &amp;amp; EXPLORE...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna grow old with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They maybe just lines. But I mean it all. They are all coming from the bottom and top of my heart which is yours...! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you forever.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont make me regret this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muaaaaaaah and HUGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-2013036522284678262?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2013036522284678262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=2013036522284678262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/2013036522284678262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/2013036522284678262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2010/11/us.html' title='US'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-6211568157577289137</id><published>2010-03-30T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T23:05:35.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do all Good things come To an End?</title><content type='html'>This is dedicated to one of my friend who got me going. All the fun...All The Moments shared and spent.... We were really great. This one is for her. I loved her truly deeply and never thought that this would happen to me one day. It's just so that, I can't say a Goodbye to you. I love you too much to let you go, but then I have no other choice. I don't know what to do.&lt;div&gt;So Here's to you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the Times we've spent laughing loudly till we got kicked out or Shhhhed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the times that you and I broke down and we were there for each other to hug and console.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the crazy freebies that we got because of your conviction. Another 'Aapla Santa' Moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the timepass and lukkhagiri that we did when we were bored together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all the Freaking Awesome Nightouts, GEtting you drunk, TAking Care of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bitch.... you were so close to me. Why did you do this to US?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought we'd come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything's fresh in my mind... everytime I look at our pictures with our gang... It hurts me so much.... I can't help but wait for you to come and hug me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I loved you. Deep, inside.. I ll always love you... But will never show it... Cause I can't see your face anymore....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Time we spend some great time apart from each other. May you live happily and become successful in what ever you do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-6211568157577289137?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/6211568157577289137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=6211568157577289137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/6211568157577289137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/6211568157577289137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='Why do all Good things come To an End?'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-7993172351525402704</id><published>2010-01-21T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:35:48.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This night made it here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had gone clubbing Wednesday night to Prive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were 8 people out of which 2 of my girlfriends got kicked out of the club. Needless to say I had to be the mother and drop them home, now these two girls are Vidushi and Dazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of them had an idea of how heavy and a pain in the ass (respectively) they were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A night full of puke, taxi rides, broke ass-ness, friendship, terrace moments,ALMOST getting locked out,ALMOST kicked out etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dazy was a pain in the ass, vidushi was sloshed... and stonned! &amp;amp; Neha was getting free drinks from strangers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, Neha got free drinks and got drunk for free and the she made friends with a Shemale who got her weed!!! Neha got so high that she refused talking to me cause I left her at the club to drop these two girls off to vidushi's house.Needless to say, took a lot of time to convince her; somehow sorted.But after dropping these drunk asses; Neha, abhishek and I went to vidushi's building terrace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was beautiful till the time Dazy scared us by walking like a zombie and giving her surprise visit.That night, Abhishek and I were the caretakers. I dropped her back down and came back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on the terrace, the three of us (Neha, Abhishek and I) were pretty much having fun. The tank of the terrace was amusing and had a great view. We sat there and talked for hours till we got cold. We smoked all the cigarettes left to keep ourselves warm. Couldn't go to Vidushi's house cause its too small to fit us in and we can't sleep there. Also, Dazy would be awake and would trouble us all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUNGRY, THIRSTY and SLEEPY we sat on the terrace and wondered... shared our weird experiences and let the time pass by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon, we realized we couldn't do that for long as it began to get colder. So we had to go back to vidushi's. We went. Neha found a tiny little bathroom rug that was furry and slept on it with a blanket on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dazy and Vidushi were on the single bed leaving Abhishek and I a tiny place between the laundry bag and the shoe rack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We slept and woke up. Abhishek gone. Vidushi woke up not remembering a single moment of previous night's. Again, Dazy woke up and became sweet. Neha and I left from there. We got into the train. We thought this was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destiny Oh Fucking Destiny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The train ride was in fact a roller coaster ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up in the Tc office, station master's office, Andheri Station, Vile parle Station and back to Andheri station...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be cont...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6683652754236641459-7993172351525402704?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7993172351525402704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=7993172351525402704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/7993172351525402704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/7993172351525402704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-night-made-it-here.html' title='This night made it here!'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-635851186311316771</id><published>2009-12-22T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:28:33.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AS WE KNOW IT</title><content type='html'>Well, it's actually thought of everyday but always back in my minds and yours.&lt;div&gt;LIFE as we know comes to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know that You are an 'I' and 'Me' in this life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I beg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many more things.  In this process, I forget that I live alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine, that we all have parents, friends, families and strangers but again, when I was born I never had these things with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just funny to think that all what we do is to entertain ourselves and nothing more than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Centuries and even before that, when 'FIRE' was invented... all what man could think was of rubbing stones for entertainment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, he got bored of striking the stone so hard and in numeral times that Fire got invented. That's when the other APE - MEN thought of doing something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, look what that lead to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All thanks to them that I am blogging about it and you are actually reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I again don't know what was I thinking of when I began typing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway.. all the thinking and writing and inventions and creations that we do is to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUST FILL OUR LIVES till we come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean... It's again another Time pass or to fulfill our emptiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIFE AS WE KNOW ALWAYS COMES TO AN END.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hey, that doesn't mean that we give up hopes and stop living our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we were born to entertain, I think we should stick up to it and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get the best of what we can... I can. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6683652754236641459-635851186311316771?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/635851186311316771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=635851186311316771' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/635851186311316771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/635851186311316771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2009/12/life-as-we-know-it.html' title='LIFE AS WE KNOW IT'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-7109764036445521225</id><published>2009-08-13T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:21:43.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio Stalking</title><content type='html'>It's nothing new for me to travel the Indian Railways... I do it everyday. I spend 3 hours on a regular basis when I have to go to college. It's somehow unusual for me to listen to radio though. I always have my tiny music player that keeps me happy everyday. I just can't live without listening to music. I need those beautiful compositions made my these wonderful and talented people all around the world. Somehow, one day, the battery went flat as I had not charged my player.So I thought of connecting my earphones to my cell phone. I was in a mood of some desi beats.. So I tuned into some radio channel. I was happy for the fact that there was my favoriate movie soundtrack playing.So I thought of sticking to the radiochannel. I was also happy to get a window seat in the train. The wind is finely making its way through the metal grill and kissing my face. I am loving it. I just wished the train was empty so that I could dance to my favouriate tunes.&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden, I saw a girl who's around my age..Let's say 20 or so.. who's sitting in front of me. I saw her lip syncing to a song. Oh My God.. It was the same song that I was listening to. It was unusual for me. Normally, I haven't ever thought of someone listening to some music that I listen to when there are like so many other channels. Anyway, I was in my own world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song got over and Ads hanuted the radio channel. It gets a little irritating when you want to listen to some music and you get people talking to you over the radio asking you to buy some kind of useless stuff. Considering, I am a massmedia student, its my responsibilty to actually study these ads. Who cares.. At times, I want to do what I want to. So I changed the channel. Got hold of someother song.Precisely then, I saw the girl humming and singing the same song I was listening to. It was freaky. So I thought of changing it. AGAIN.. She changed the channel, it was like she could go through my radio channels and wanted to listen to what I was listening to. She looked at me once.. and smiled.. Hehe. ok. now.. I was like What is this girl upto. She was listening to exact same songs I was listening to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this ever happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just took me by surprise. I was a fun time. I was amused so I played like a tiny game of lets guess what she's listening to and what Channel am I on.. So now I started Radio Stalking her. It kept me busy. It's fun. One should do this sometimes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's FUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RADIO STALKING...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-7109764036445521225?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7109764036445521225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=7109764036445521225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/7109764036445521225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/7109764036445521225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/radio-stalking.html' title='Radio Stalking'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-8329567296809788426</id><published>2009-08-13T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:05:52.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ting Ting Ti-Ding...</title><content type='html'>Just because I'm losing, Doesn't mean I am lost...&lt;div&gt;I just love the way this song goes about. I was not a fan of Coldplay until this song got into me... Coldplay is awesome. There's something about the band, just like anyother fan of the band would agree to me. I don't know why but whenever I listen to the songs by this gorgeous band, I just feel like my life is complete. I get a ray of light. This song really does mean a lot to me. Whenever I feel low, I listen to all kinds of music. My music player is always on random mode, but somehow, this song always makes an appearance. I just love listening to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even YELLOW, it's soo damn good. Oh I wish, sometimes, I had Coldplay in my pocket, I could ask them to play these songs for me anytime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why am I typing all of this. But I just feel good. It's never that I am so depressed. I just get the motivation to do something. This time I felt like putting it down on this virtual wall, where I could just express and make others feel the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just like a tribute to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Coldplay.. Here you go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the stars, Look how they shine for you...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always have a smile on my face. Right now, I am SMILING...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-8329567296809788426?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8329567296809788426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=8329567296809788426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/8329567296809788426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/8329567296809788426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2009/08/ting-ting-ti-ding.html' title='Ting Ting Ti-Ding...'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-7856427976166970991</id><published>2009-06-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:33:00.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ROLLERCOASTER!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been such a rollercoaster ride for me. Past 6 months have taken me for a ride to a different place altogether. The place where you lose yourself and come back as a different person altogether. These few weeks have been so twirling. I left the place where I loved to work and got where I loved to study ... atfirst struggled with my admissions, met the crazy old man, did the assignments, went for a shoot etc... it never ended. I worked and studied. I had to put a stop to something, had to be my internship. So sadly i had to leave that place. The place where everyday was a great learning experience, more than that the responsibilty and the trust that people and colleagues built up for me. Being respected for who i am and what i work.&lt;div&gt;anywy, caught my facourite tv show so .. i guess this turned out to be a rollercoaster reading experience for YOU! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HVI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-7856427976166970991?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7856427976166970991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=7856427976166970991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/7856427976166970991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/7856427976166970991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2009/06/rollercoaster.html' title='ROLLERCOASTER!!!'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-4086474894668379936</id><published>2009-01-06T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T03:56:14.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me = College + Fun + Work + Fun + LIFE!</title><content type='html'>It's always been that have been a fun person all the while. A lazy ass to work and very lazy to make an effort. Off lately all of this sounds a little Unlike me for now. Maybe cause I got an internship. I never expected to intern at someplace which I wanted to. There were a few things in my to-do list and one of them was intering for a music channel, I thought, It's just another crazy thought.Well, here I am sitting in my office WORKING, Enjoying and happy with my life. This is exactly the kind of life I wished for. A good Internship/job with a good college . Though at times , college gets a little hard as work gets a little more harder. There's one thing I can't do No matter whatever I try to do. Its so ODD. I can't be puntcual . Even though, I leave an hour in advance I end up Reaching LATE. I can't evenjustify cause then it'll just be like another excuse ...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, With the good comes the bad. You can't really avoid. What I can avoid right now is some pressure on me ! There's not much around to be tensed up but you never know what's there in store for you. Anyway, I am happy for one thing, people appreciate me for who I am. Then, my photography has taken a lil break. I hope I catch up ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then... I use my mind. CLICK CLICK .. i am missing My Click!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-4086474894668379936?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/4086474894668379936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=4086474894668379936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/4086474894668379936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/4086474894668379936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-college-fun-work-fun-life.html' title='Me = College + Fun + Work + Fun + LIFE!'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-3395798391459446634</id><published>2008-12-28T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:11:58.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Uran And Back ALONE... Sounds Fun!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SVdQhtQ3BJI/AAAAAAAAANE/dAiu2crLQ10/s1600-h/PC287324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SVdQhtQ3BJI/AAAAAAAAANE/dAiu2crLQ10/s200/PC287324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284781227758781586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SVdQhSE1NaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HDYYe5zpPis/s1600-h/PC287362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SVdQhSE1NaI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HDYYe5zpPis/s200/PC287362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284781220460574114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SVdQgyr7yDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0-oMIXXkzVk/s1600-h/PC287354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SVdQgyr7yDI/AAAAAAAAAM0/0-oMIXXkzVk/s200/PC287354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284781212034648114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SVdQgaZv_vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hhjm5irxoqU/s1600-h/PC287249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SVdQgaZv_vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hhjm5irxoqU/s200/PC287249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284781205515927282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very important decision for me to make. I had to choose between birds and friends. Well,  I thought since I meet my friends regularly lets so meet the friends who have arrived migrating from other regions. Well, It was A sunday it all happened... I had pre planned to go bird watching to Uran With W.C.N.C members. I thought lets go ...So i woke up at around 4.30.. and met these people at dadar by 6. First time in my life, I was on time! :) I was really charged up in the morning as we took a Bus from Dadar to Uran. We were 11 of us and all were a mixed group who had come for birdwatching.&lt;br /&gt;We were in the Super luxurious vibrator bus which never stopped moving and giving us pains whenever we tried resting ourselves on its seats. We were almost there... Till then we realised.. We Had almost been there and we skipped 2 stops from the point where we were about to stop. Hmm.. We had to walk back a long way so we geared up! Ha HA.. you think so.We had come for bird watching. The place where the bus left us also made sure we would see stick around there... Cause we saw a lot of birds. Right from the Famous COMMON CROW to Kingfisher, Herons, Red Vented Bulbul, Koyals, Magpie Robin and so on! The spot was so engaging we forgot we had a long way to make. I was really Hesitant of moving on from that place. The weather was perfect and the soft bright light was Sparkingly amusing for me ...I guess that's why  the birds loved to be there... To say the Sun Hi ...Well, I was in the mood for having fun. We reached JNPT the place where we would apparently bird watch.. But we were at the wrong place... From one bus to another, we reached the state highway and were left stranded with out any birdig sights. We couldn't even ask anyone around  cause there was no one around. Poof, There goes our birding down the drain. All of a sudden we see herds of flamingoes a little far away from where we stood. We couldn't go there. So we thought of going to a bus stop ... But , no one knew where it was...! Well, then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFT... Few of us stood in front of the vehicles on the highway for lift..Thankfully, A Mahindra PIK-up Truck picked us up and we all were happpppy...! It was fun taking a lift and on the road on your own. I felt liberated and free... As the wind was getting stronger my Heavy thoughts flew away and my head was empty.. I was high on life. We reached a bus stop.. Had GARAM ELAICHI CHAI. It was yummy. Till the time we decided what to do now? we saw a bus going to Panvel Which would take us to Karnala which has a bird sanctuary + trekking Free!!! Hmm sounded great. WE skipped the plan of birding at uran. Took The 3rd bus now.. I was sitting in the cabin near the driver's seat. It was fun again. I could see the Road lines going underneath the bus as it caught up speed! I Didn't know why, but i was extremely happy about life. Got all my positive energy back and i was fullly loaded to explore on my own. Well, couldn't do that then. When we reached Panvel Due to some reasons i had to head back home. So i caught a Bus to dadar from there. Few from the group came to drop me. And i was on my own. The whole bus journey made me realise i did all this ie: changed 3-4 buses, caught a train, saw birds, walked , hitchiked in just a matter of 4 hours. SOmething struck me...&lt;br /&gt;I asked my self i can do so much in the given little time Why was i wasting it on doing something i don't want to. Well, Then i realised times never a problem for not doing work ITs your mind. You should always have a healthy mind to do any kind of work.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be anything! I just loved the whole journey back cause i caught up on myself...&lt;br /&gt;And i spotted Yet another ... COMMON CROW! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-3395798391459446634?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3395798391459446634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=3395798391459446634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/3395798391459446634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/3395798391459446634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-uran-and-back-alone-sounds-fun.html' title='To Uran And Back ALONE... Sounds Fun!!!'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SVdQhtQ3BJI/AAAAAAAAANE/dAiu2crLQ10/s72-c/PC287324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-921165405487623985</id><published>2008-12-04T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:14:18.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle MARCH in December!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/STgBs8Nkt-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/eoQDRjGKcwo/s1600-h/PC035959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/STgBs8Nkt-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/eoQDRjGKcwo/s320/PC035959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275968835053467618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been so long I feel that I haven't really gone out done something which makes me feel good. I had been to the peace rally on 3rd dec. Me along with my friends had put up a rally ... we walked from my college ie; Wilson college to the Gateway of India . It was kind of unusual and not so regular , this time we took a pluck card it said "one month from now, would you still CARE?"&lt;br /&gt;That's it. It was more than enough to carry one ! It created a huge reaction! People on going used to just look at it and make an expression of they know what'll happen... We walked quitely and a few were discussing the whole issue of politics and leaders and all that. I am never into these conversations , I prefer walking by and observing the peoples expression. For the first time I saw Marine Drive's path empty, not literally, there were people sitting but not to a large extent. We walked and walked , each one of us was searching for some seriousnes... SERIOUS seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;We reached the gateway but couldn't go there! There were herds of people around and the whole way was blocked. We first met Anand who gave us these pamphlets to distribute. It was about getting the reaction converted into a thought .. process it and then into an action.&lt;br /&gt;Many people react in a very angrered way, the aim was not to get angry and talk about other faults. It was to respond to what's happening around. The candle march seemed to be a huge success. There were many kinds of people. Many like me ...  many who were aggressive , obnoxious, angry, peace loving, demanding... Overall, every single step that I took towards the GATEWAY, the motive behind walking for it was changing. There were groups of people who blamed other countries and all , it was Harsh and real ugly. Few rallies wanted to make peace and all that, a few wanted re - ellection and a new leader, few wanted justice. All were there, screaming out loud and yelling on top of their voices, a few had just come to see the crowd!&lt;br /&gt;Well, we walked in groups of 4 and I got seperated from my group. I got done with my work so I decided to walk back and there I saw the Pluck card which We had carried. Disha was holding that in betweent he road and I realised that was simply amazing. I deciced to join Disha and Vallari... the three of us just stood there holding the card and without and expression. Ongoing people were giving it a look, they read it... " one month from now, would you still care?"&lt;br /&gt;A few responded positively and a few faced the truht by simply nodding their heads.&lt;br /&gt;It started getting chaotic so we decided to leave.The card had its own purpose to be seen so we stood on the footpath opposite REGAL and stood there. The response was AMAZING. Many came clicked a picture of it , few people actually stood by and talked to us about the matter!!!&lt;br /&gt;I never really got the whole idea behind the Peace March because, firstly, what was happening there was not peace for sure. And, no one actually wanted peace. Everyone just wanted to be a part of it!&lt;br /&gt;The whole rally was responseful but some how meaning and motive coudln't be found.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, it got lost somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in between the Crowd !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-921165405487623985?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/921165405487623985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=921165405487623985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/921165405487623985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/921165405487623985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/12/candle-march-in-december.html' title='Candle MARCH in December!!!'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/STgBs8Nkt-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/eoQDRjGKcwo/s72-c/PC035959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-9145732926717131343</id><published>2008-11-30T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:28:19.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no sleepy no more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/STNLfBFgryI/AAAAAAAAAME/bzykv6SMVnQ/s1600-h/P4202665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/STNLfBFgryI/AAAAAAAAAME/bzykv6SMVnQ/s320/P4202665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274642584820559650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I  slept a little early compared to other nights , I slept at 12! I was trying to get some sleep simply because I have my college the next day and I didn't intend to bunk it simply cause these days I just love going to college. Its a new place for me (considering my attendance is low and gotta attend to be admitted , lol!) and I LOVE the atmosphere. Anyway, so I went off to sleep set an alarm at 6 and z z z z zz  zz z...&lt;br /&gt;ALARM!!!&lt;br /&gt;phew... I woke up and realized I have late lectures so I thought I'd go back to sleep. Closed my eyes. They opened! I was too tired from my cycling trail yesterday. Wondered if my legs and body wanted to rest. I could feel the tired legs but still I just couldn't go off to sleep . So I thought of a better idea. Early morning dosage of the Hole in the wall which has WINDOWS( my pc)! I turned it on and was just going through these social websites and its actually funny to look at a few profiles ! LOL... I am gone mad in the morning maybe I am morning high! But, i simply couldn't stop laughing!&lt;br /&gt;that's the way my life wants to give me laughter.... A compulsary laughter!&lt;br /&gt;Then I suddenly looked out of my window and there were 2 sparrows on my grill ...SO cute I looked at them! They were cuddling , I though they were cuddling instead they were fighting! DAmn these birds also fight!?!&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of a reason why birds fight-for food -yes! but neither of them had anything!&lt;br /&gt;anyway... it wasnt entertaining me, so i shooed them away! :)&lt;br /&gt;And started blogging!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-9145732926717131343?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/9145732926717131343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=9145732926717131343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/9145732926717131343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/9145732926717131343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-sleepy-no-more.html' title='no sleepy no more!'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/STNLfBFgryI/AAAAAAAAAME/bzykv6SMVnQ/s72-c/P4202665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-7925480403499087305</id><published>2008-11-30T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:53:08.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/STK2xQJb5LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RmRUPhKQE64/s1600-h/PB305704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/STK2xQJb5LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RmRUPhKQE64/s320/PB305704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274479070868661426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-7925480403499087305?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7925480403499087305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=7925480403499087305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/7925480403499087305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/7925480403499087305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/STK2xQJb5LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RmRUPhKQE64/s72-c/PB305704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-1096864714654176808</id><published>2008-11-30T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:40:35.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to experience!!!</title><content type='html'>There's something about the forests that I love. I don't really like the whole idea of sleeping during holidays like a Sunday! I like spending it in doing something my way. I love the idea of  something new everyday. Something so unique that you want to share it only with a few people . That idea was Exploring the forests. It's not that everyday you get a chance to spot birds like drongos, horn bills etc or insects , reptiles, animals...!&lt;br /&gt;And every time you get into jungle its not the same .. its always DIFFERENT!&lt;br /&gt;After coming back from anna malai trek with Wilson College Nature Club (w.c.n.c) I was high on forest and still am! so much that one of my friends and I thought of going for weekly cycle trails to SGNP (Sanjay Gandhi National Park) in Borivali (E).&lt;br /&gt;We started renting cycles from dahisar and cycled on high way! that road makes you high. When we went the forst time, many people backed out , but , still we went on .. we were 6 and had the time of our lives. Though we didn't finish the trail a few people got tired and all we decided to halt and go back. That was one weekly trail!&lt;br /&gt;The coming week was a little tipsy because of national reasons. Still my friend Ryan calls me and asks me if I wanted to cycle and I said "yes!!!" we asked people and this time many came. We were 7 now, we cycled around 18 kms in total. Experienced a lot ... like Break...&lt;br /&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I was riding my cycle slowly was accompanied by a new friend! He used to stop every 5minutes and show me a different spider or a butterfly. I was facinated!  I was happy ! While we stopped and rode the others were way too ahead. They waited for us. We took a break and then Ryan and Vallari went back to their homes. 7-2 = u do the math!&lt;br /&gt;we were 5 and all were charged up! started cycling and then it got a little tougher. There were too many high slopes. The rented cycles gave up so we got off and decided to take them for a walk. The slopes got steeper and we were all poof tired! Finally we managed to reach the caves. We decided to lunch there. All exhausted that we were drank water like a camel ! Aditya (one of the 5) invented Dip - Dip  HIDE n SEEk... melted cadbusy as a dip and biscuits with it. It was awesome! We now planned to go back cause a few were running late so we headed back. The rented cycles which were resting had to be unlocked. We managed to get 4 cycles unlocked. The 5th just wasn't ready to work. We tried breaking the lock and oiled it. The lock didn't really move ... The key was twisted .. somehow aditya did some trick and it got unlocked! We headed to leave. I was as usual last enjoying . The moment we got onto the slope which was steeping downwards I reached onto my breaks...&lt;br /&gt;They weren't working, here I am cycling down a steep slope downwards and the speed of the cycle is like 50-55 kms/hr. And its a long slope. it just doesn't end. KHUDH... KHUDH.. my cycle was going and my bum died... it was hurting by now. somehow the distance that took us one hour got done in 5 mins, so we relaxed. As I slowed down i heard Sagar saying, "sadhvi wait!!!". I waited and I saw a flat tyre. We walked it up... Met the rest of the gang and continued.We had a great conversation and a great walk.&lt;br /&gt;This is what you call EXPERIENCE. That's why I'd tell you, always hire cycles... Its much fun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-1096864714654176808?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/1096864714654176808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=1096864714654176808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/1096864714654176808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/1096864714654176808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-to-experience.html' title='I love to experience!!!'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-3132164114870265230</id><published>2008-11-26T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:57:29.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>click has to say this!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nZkGMjwI/AAAAAAAAALU/QbOAgVFkjE8/s1600-h/DSCN7921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nZkGMjwI/AAAAAAAAALU/QbOAgVFkjE8/s320/DSCN7921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273195533837307650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nZWHfnwI/AAAAAAAAALM/GkFwL7QxCpE/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nZWHfnwI/AAAAAAAAALM/GkFwL7QxCpE/s320/DSC00989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273195530084654850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nZNZ_QQI/AAAAAAAAALE/U1bxQbwae1o/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nZNZ_QQI/AAAAAAAAALE/U1bxQbwae1o/s320/DSC00971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273195527746306306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nYmSzxxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/n__IZqwMjxg/s1600-h/clouded+india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nYmSzxxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/n__IZqwMjxg/s320/clouded+india.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273195517247211282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nYS5ucSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5rS83Ee7GMQ/s1600-h/blues.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nYS5ucSI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5rS83Ee7GMQ/s320/blues.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273195512041730338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are a few pics that CLICK seemed to like and thus want to present it on the blog!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;sit back and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-3132164114870265230?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3132164114870265230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=3132164114870265230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/3132164114870265230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/3132164114870265230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/11/click-has-to-say-this.html' title='click has to say this!!!'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/SS4nZkGMjwI/AAAAAAAAALU/QbOAgVFkjE8/s72-c/DSCN7921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-7528660663392940384</id><published>2008-11-26T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:25:21.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spread smiles...</title><content type='html'>Sounds familiar? I know its from someone great "me". Fine! I won't brag... the point being i am just being plain positive cause people aren't!&lt;br /&gt;well, you see I happen to stay in mumbai which is temporarily attacked by the terrorists. It's nothing new for the country but only cause its MUMBAI its hyped overly. I mean news channels are ridiculous, they are trying to be the spokesperson for the whole situation, i mean , really! give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;Some media channel put up their conversation with the terrorist on air /live.ARE the insane? and now the claim that the TERRORISTS want tons of things which ain't possible (that's the reason why terrorists are for, they demand something hypothetical so that they can destroy you cause in the end you can't really fulfill these demands!) so then they strike you back.&lt;br /&gt;The whole situation in mumbai seems to be very funy!&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in the mumbai police and know they'll do justice, but I am fearing one thing media going and talking upto them and telling them that they are inefficient!&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD!&lt;br /&gt;(can't even say that now.. I'll have to be specific).&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. the point being, at stage when everyone is all panicked and NEWStruck i am sitting here and blogging!&lt;br /&gt;well, that's one powerful thing i can do ...another thing i am doing... :)&lt;br /&gt;smiling! cos that eases me whenever the city and me is tensed!&lt;br /&gt;so SPREAD SMILES!!!&lt;br /&gt;that's the way terrorists WON'T shoot you when you smile at them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-7528660663392940384?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/7528660663392940384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=7528660663392940384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/7528660663392940384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/7528660663392940384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/11/spread-smiles.html' title='spread smiles...'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-8106563691027668429</id><published>2008-11-26T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:46:50.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do i always think of?</title><content type='html'>I usually never think, but, if I think ... I end up putting a question mrk on my face or the people's face!&lt;br /&gt;They call it weird , i call it THOUGHTS!&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong in thinking that the world looks round upside down?&lt;br /&gt;And i didn't know who Benazir Bhutto was!?!(now I do)&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of one can't survive without knowledge is BULLSHIT! I think it's just exaggerated!&lt;br /&gt;well, I see many people looking at me when they talk about the American - Iraq war or Obama and his presidential shit! what happens neXT!!!&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously, u really think sitting at one end of the corner i will worry about the whole war and president shit happening?&lt;br /&gt;its all cause of media!&lt;br /&gt;i am a media student! and all i get to know is how one should glamorize the de-glamorized world and how to UNDO it later!&lt;br /&gt;That's the truth! It's all cause of media that i think! media makes it big and then talks about it.. hypes it and then degrades it with its own conclusion! i mean seriously, who and why are we the target... cos... its not entertainment for us but for the media to see the people reacting in a certain way which makes them feel like god!&lt;br /&gt;Phew... i can't talk much cause! my brain just fell out... realised i shouldn't be thinking so much!&lt;br /&gt;i LOve my life and have some issues to sort of my own...&lt;br /&gt;well... jokes a better option for me! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-8106563691027668429?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8106563691027668429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=8106563691027668429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/8106563691027668429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/8106563691027668429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-do-i-always-think-of.html' title='What do i always think of?'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-8630466398046668401</id><published>2008-11-26T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:48:56.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... JOKES</title><content type='html'>Q: How do you ask a woman not to count?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Simply tell her "tu NAA-GIN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What's the winter collection in India called?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: The "Winter - WHERE" collection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Who will come if I scream?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Ice-CREAM truck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-8630466398046668401?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8630466398046668401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=8630466398046668401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/8630466398046668401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/8630466398046668401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/11/jokes.html' title='... JOKES'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-9173008836939353962</id><published>2008-11-23T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:15:31.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something funyy!</title><content type='html'>Here are all my compilations of jokes that I have created!&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: I am solely not responsible. Surroundings affect me and my brains! i hurt my knee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKE 1:&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where would you take a bus for its shinning and spark?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: GLO(w)BUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKE 2:&lt;br /&gt;Q: Which stores would sell you pants in which you can PEE?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Panta-LOOns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOKE 3:&lt;br /&gt;Q: What brand would a bengali cat wear in general?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Billa-BONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-9173008836939353962?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/9173008836939353962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=9173008836939353962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/9173008836939353962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/9173008836939353962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/11/something-funyy.html' title='something funyy!'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-399199337715867142</id><published>2008-11-23T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:10:02.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIMITS and ETHICS... come again?</title><content type='html'>DEAR SHIT,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why am i talking to you!&lt;br /&gt;But all i know is you know what i have been through.&lt;br /&gt;after all you were a part of me and now you aren't!&lt;br /&gt;it's a  bad thing , but , you see that's natural!&lt;br /&gt;when i eat food, you are never there... once i am done you start bothering me!&lt;br /&gt;specially when i am around tons of people. what happens to you when you and i are all alone... you are a part of me and so am i your creator. then y such a big difference!&lt;br /&gt;i cant even introduce you to my friends cause they are ashamed of you!&lt;br /&gt;they so don't want to see you for who and what your are!&lt;br /&gt;but anyway... no complaints..&lt;br /&gt;next time, don't gimme a pain which i have to suffer from.&lt;br /&gt;i can't even sit at times. you are different everytime you say bye bye to me!&lt;br /&gt;so heres it again! a Final bye!&lt;br /&gt;shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;shitty bye to YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-399199337715867142?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/399199337715867142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=399199337715867142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/399199337715867142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/399199337715867142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/11/limits-and-ethics-come-again.html' title='LIMITS and ETHICS... come again?'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-2995494419887017124</id><published>2008-11-15T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:54:21.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>contrast!!!</title><content type='html'>i never really gave it a thought how amazing it can be when you spend so many days out side a city to a place you never really thought can be so beautiful in spite of the luxuries excluded from your life. that was not the first time for me though. i have camped all my life and will continue doing so. But, when i saw so many people trekking down to south india, i was really wondering... people die for life without luxuruies. its perhaps the way a man wants to live ... just by himself. luxuries make a man's life difficult and acts as a block..&lt;br /&gt;i recently, went for a trek to south india.. so many innumberable places i couldn't have thought of. dense huge trees and evergreen forests. colorful n humungus animals of all kinds... i felt like i was the largest and the smallest creation looking at many different places. it was amazinG.. i cant really explain. its all being there and experiencing. no one can take that part of my life from me..   i chose to have a life like that ,without luxuries like i pods, cellphones, videos ,internetetc. trust me... i found my self!!! i was back to who i am... i didn't even think of anything other than the world surrounding me...!!! i just want to go back to the place and say... hi! am here again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-2995494419887017124?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/2995494419887017124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=2995494419887017124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/2995494419887017124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/2995494419887017124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/11/contrast.html' title='contrast!!!'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-605687349681771349</id><published>2008-07-17T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T08:41:16.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free mind'/><title type='text'>Awandering</title><content type='html'>I can just go on and on in my own little weird n wired world... This world to me is very funny...that's how I percieve it as. There may be a lot of serious things happening around but frankly am least bothered or rather affected. I know people tell me to get sersious and u know try and take things in a mautre way... but when I start thinking I wonder... WhY is it so that you have to be serious? Whats the use of being sersious.. there are millions and millions of other peope who wory bout tons of things ... Let it be the string not going into the needle or the bomb exploding around the globe. Nothings affected me ... I am like a stone... or rather I define my self as WATER. Yes... I flow wherever there is way. Where there is a will there's a way.. ofcourse .. if there's a WILLthen i stay cause I' ll be rich if I am mentioned... Anyway point being i just discivered my self and recognised tat m water... clear with what I think and though people think I am still.. but you know ... still water runs deep... n yes... YOU may find it funny... to accept me being deep... but wat the hell. I think I am deep...!!! I mean yes I know I am Sadhvi and not deep but still...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... his keeps going on and on... till anyone stops me, which is impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-605687349681771349?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/605687349681771349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=605687349681771349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/605687349681771349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/605687349681771349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/07/awandering.html' title='Awandering'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-4295216112362678741</id><published>2008-04-08T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:36.870-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regular'/><title type='text'>the normal stuff continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBtn1_CRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oEP-8RITJtI/s1600-h/P3291095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186882016636766482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBtn1_CRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oEP-8RITJtI/s320/P3291095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBt31_CSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O95LlDiVrBc/s1600-h/DSCN0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186882020931733794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBt31_CSI/AAAAAAAAAEA/O95LlDiVrBc/s320/DSCN0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBuH1_CTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hxEA1IK9g24/s1600-h/DSCN0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186882025226701106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBuH1_CTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hxEA1IK9g24/s320/DSCN0295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBuX1_CUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_5ugQtkBzVU/s1600-h/P3260868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186882029521668418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBuX1_CUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_5ugQtkBzVU/s320/P3260868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBun1_CVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qMoRg05Cu6o/s1600-h/P3260865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186882033816635730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBun1_CVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qMoRg05Cu6o/s320/P3260865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-4295216112362678741?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/4295216112362678741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=4295216112362678741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/4295216112362678741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/4295216112362678741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/04/normal-stuff-continues.html' title='the normal stuff continues'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_uBtn1_CRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/oEP-8RITJtI/s72-c/P3291095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-3539269027081984307</id><published>2008-04-08T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T02:20:05.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is how i try focussing and i lose it again...</title><content type='html'>Funny thing always crosses my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the chicken has two legs how come the egg has none...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... that's when i tell my self...STOP THINKING! I Can't THink Better than this.I just have to kill my neighbour for showing me the egg and making me think aout the chicken and legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm... well, it keeps on happening to me and somehow I fail to understand why do I come up with such stupid thoughts. Why can't think about serious stuff like news, politics and all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , when my brain starts thinking "ok enough of those white kurta ugly fat men who just blabber without using there brains. All they think of is 'How do i get the bloddy junta to vote for myt party so that i can bloody go out and party with the chicks.' see i tell u these politicians have a one track mind!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there' are the chicks again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those neat skinny chicks the human kind am talking about.Yes, what's with the kind of clothes, i mean, it always has to be made by a gay designer who loves to do nothing but interviews about what kind of materials he used or rather the kinds of animal sacrifice done by him.The designer then talks about his ultimate dream that he wants to be happy and help the society and nature by making these minimal clothes. Talking of which, minimal clothing is neccessary these days. With the summer coming up, its getting too hot in mumbai.With all the traffic and the pollution rising we can definately get hard boiled eggs when you go to buy eggs from your nearest dukaanwala who provides you all the 'ghar ka rashaan'!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, i don't have much of an ideeeeyuh about the rashaan that is delieverd to my house , but i do know about the ROSHANs who have nothing to do.They earn ther Rupaiyyaas by making their son Hrithik Roshan JUMP&amp;amp; DANCE... NOT to forget, Hrithik gets to do all the dhishoom -dhishoom with the Evil uncles and he merely gets a scratch...! Wow.. i wish i had a power like him But, then all of this is in the movies...! It's not true...Or is it??? hmmmmm!!! wel... wondering !! n putting my brains back to thinking...Which reminds me ...after writing so much i still didn't get the answer of Why does the chicken have legs but the Eggs have none???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, the chicks are pretty much happy that they don't get to make eggs or any kinds cause the eggs might just break their manicured nails and might just do something to their hands... Then , the supermodels with all their nakharas that they won't have food because it keeps them alive and fat. Then they Become MORe skinny than they were before .This leads to clothes not fitting them. Still they become adamant to wear them and walk the ramp which leads to wardrobe malfunction . Du'h but it's obvious if the skinny models don't eat anything and go on a no food diet the clothes can't stay for a long time on them! thus, there is wardrobe malfunction which is all blamed to the style and quality of the 'kapada' which is extremely pricy and delicate. The gay designer is blamed for not stiching it rightly. Then, he goes all 'buaaaaaaaaaah' and then the supermodels family goes'buaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahh aaaaaa haaaa'! I tell you, if this keeps happeining how is everything going to function? Imean , no models -no fashion show. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No Fashion show -No Angrezi Firangi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No firangis - No 'Welcome to India'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No Welcome to India - Who the hell is going to donate for us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No donation - no nation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then india's freee with no politician!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-3539269027081984307?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3539269027081984307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=3539269027081984307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/3539269027081984307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/3539269027081984307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-how-i-try-focussing-and-i-lose.html' title='this is how i try focussing and i lose it again...'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-3000849930453834450</id><published>2008-04-06T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:06:38.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history and else'/><title type='text'>click's vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFU31_CMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fUs1gOE7xY4/s1600-h/P3291095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186393408272271554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFU31_CMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fUs1gOE7xY4/s320/P3291095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFVH1_CNI/AAAAAAAAADY/ccXskabkIjI/s1600-h/P4052073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186393412567238866" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFVH1_CNI/AAAAAAAAADY/ccXskabkIjI/s320/P4052073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFVn1_COI/AAAAAAAAADg/xtfBLKpsD5w/s1600-h/P4052069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186393421157173474" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFVn1_COI/AAAAAAAAADg/xtfBLKpsD5w/s320/P4052069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFV31_CPI/AAAAAAAAADo/BegzBA-GEmw/s1600-h/P4021844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186393425452140786" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFV31_CPI/AAAAAAAAADo/BegzBA-GEmw/s320/P4021844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFWH1_CQI/AAAAAAAAADw/WLnZBY4ZF1s/s1600-h/P4021841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186393429747108098" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFWH1_CQI/AAAAAAAAADw/WLnZBY4ZF1s/s320/P4021841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-3000849930453834450?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/3000849930453834450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=3000849930453834450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/3000849930453834450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/3000849930453834450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/04/clicks-vision.html' title='click&apos;s vision'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/R_nFU31_CMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fUs1gOE7xY4/s72-c/P3291095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6683652754236641459.post-8839099045081872045</id><published>2008-04-06T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T22:47:45.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first feed'/><title type='text'>adventures of click and sads</title><content type='html'>hey there&lt;br /&gt;i am now looking forward to write something on this blog since i am not a very good writer thinking of giving it a try&lt;br /&gt; well, i usually am into travelling and hiking&lt;br /&gt;I love to explore the unexplored&lt;br /&gt;yes,&lt;br /&gt;i recently was on a trip to many places here's what i found and i thought is good&lt;br /&gt;let me know if you agree with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6683652754236641459-8839099045081872045?l=sadhviandclick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/feeds/8839099045081872045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6683652754236641459&amp;postID=8839099045081872045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/8839099045081872045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6683652754236641459/posts/default/8839099045081872045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sadhviandclick.blogspot.com/2008/04/adventures-of-click-and-sads.html' title='adventures of click and sads'/><author><name>sadhvi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10653183821643066578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ym3VJLM0T8k/TPVm5JfVacI/AAAAAAAAAoI/TpmFbXY75EA/S220/11.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
