<?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-543172639423957937</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:10:26.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts n thoughts only</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidaa-india.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543172639423957937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidaa-india.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nidaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08448241125045949524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543172639423957937.post-4449683338290349051</id><published>2008-02-20T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T03:39:42.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PucK and BoZo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        Samaira was feeling top of the world. She kept prancing up and down. I looked up irritably from my book. I must finish it soon and start another. As an MCC PGDJMC student time it was hard to kill time...and why should people kill it anyway??? its too delicate to be harmed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'whats up?', i asked.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Rejoice! Rejoice in the reunion of the PucK and the bOzO', said samaira as she stuck a melodramatic pose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Huh!', she is like that. Mad on shakespeare and she calls herself PucK. Crazy she is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Whos bOzO? Your bf?''Yea yea my bf! Call it whatever you like boyfriend or bestfriend', she said in a whining singsong voice which at times gets on my nerves especially if iam reading.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'God gimme a break', i felt like saying, but didnt, instead just said 'explain' as patiently as possible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Well! PucK means mischievious fairy and bOzO is the name of my cycle', she said looking as if she had just announced the news of her engagement. I took one look at her comical face and struggled to keep a straight face...but couldnt. I went off into peels of uncontrollable laughter. She was quite offended. I was quick to see the expression.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Okey okie...we should really throw a party for him...tell me when is he coming???'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Shant tellya'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'C'mon man! and stop sulking'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Next wednesday', and she marched out of the dormitory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon wednesday did arrive atlast for she behaved like....goddd i cant tell you...!!!Samaira ran and gave her bOzO a big hug. I was sooo embarrassed for the delivery man was grinning like anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Sam, that man is waiting for your signature', I said in an undertone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She snatched that book and pen and signed and almost threw it back to the man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Okie nidoz..., me just off...got lots to tell him...we have been away from each other for almost 3 months....and...'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'ooh! there is a tragedy now! now be off both of you and ya dont be too late...'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543172639423957937-4449683338290349051?l=nidaa-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidaa-india.blogspot.com/feeds/4449683338290349051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543172639423957937&amp;postID=4449683338290349051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543172639423957937/posts/default/4449683338290349051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543172639423957937/posts/default/4449683338290349051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidaa-india.blogspot.com/2008/02/puck-and-bozo-samaira-was-feeling-top.html' title=''/><author><name>nidaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08448241125045949524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-543172639423957937.post-7216806243880678812</id><published>2007-09-28T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T00:42:13.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey frenz...</title><content type='html'>i was thinking about blog writing for weeks not that im a gud writer or anything like that. but....what! i dont know just felt like it and so here am i....!&lt;br /&gt;too much of free time is one thing i really hate....juz as i hate afternoon naps n boring classes....&lt;br /&gt;too much of spirit n adrenaline man!!!&lt;br /&gt;compared to the action packed UG life i feel dead now....frankly this place has let me down...&lt;br /&gt;r u wondering which place? is that important now???&lt;br /&gt;so here we go....!&lt;br /&gt;As ann frank says paper is more patient than man (paper?!?)...:D&lt;br /&gt;this place is for thoughts and thoughts onli....&lt;br /&gt;so guys, stay tuned catchya nex time....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/543172639423957937-7216806243880678812?l=nidaa-india.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nidaa-india.blogspot.com/feeds/7216806243880678812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=543172639423957937&amp;postID=7216806243880678812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543172639423957937/posts/default/7216806243880678812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/543172639423957937/posts/default/7216806243880678812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nidaa-india.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-frenz.html' title='hey frenz...'/><author><name>nidaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08448241125045949524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
