<?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-22485249</id><updated>2012-01-28T11:15:52.604+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Puzzles</title><subtitle type='html'>People will be like, 'Why's it called Puzzles?' That's the puzzle.                    
- Barney Stinson</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-1074226998586728858</id><published>2012-01-21T17:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:49:00.480+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm Like A Bird</title><content type='html'>Beat this, the title's a Nelly Furtado song.&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd be listening to Nelly Furtado. But I did, thanks to Nick Hornby. And I love the lyrics. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. College. Second semester.&lt;br /&gt;There's a different feeling to it. I spent the last semester trying to find things, trying to see what all I could do here. Now there's a familiarity to everything, so I find myself grinning when the juice-waale bhaiya takes ages to give my juice, or when Shivani falls and damages her ankle, or when I have to run to the library to get a book issued before the 5 PM deadline, or when I come across weird stuff on DC++. :P&lt;br /&gt;There's still a lot of exploring going on though, don't get me wrong. But it's nice to feel comfortable about stuff that would usually be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, last weekend. Delhi. It was freezing. It was awesome. :) I met my sister! Ate her head for two blissful days ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. I've started playing hockey. Well, trying to play hockey. Because it's not a particularly easy sport - I've never played anything of this sort. Other than the back-breaking game-play, there's also the speed of the darned ball. On that green turf of the Gachibowli stadium, it moves really fast.&lt;br /&gt;But what's brilliant is the walk to the turf. Early in the morning, when the sun's about to rise, when it's quite cold, when I'm on very low sleep. And I can see the sun rising when we're playing, slowly pushing the horizon &lt;which i="" t="" but="" it="" sounds="" and="" feel="" dramatic=""&gt; down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I feel older.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I took two hockey sticks one morning &lt;in the="" aforementioned="" deprived="" state=""&gt; and acted like a was skiing with them, with a "Weeeeeee!" sound which you have to hear to appreciate the lame awesomeness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anirudh : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yaar, chhichhoribaaz bolte hain mujhe. Do-do bandiyon ke saath ghoomta rehta hoon bas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/in&gt;&lt;/which&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-1074226998586728858?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/1074226998586728858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=1074226998586728858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1074226998586728858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1074226998586728858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-like-bird.html' title='I&apos;m Like A Bird'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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-22485249.post-8649068023433237751</id><published>2011-12-12T20:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:53:15.119+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another Perfect Day</title><content type='html'>This is a decent song by American Hi-Fi. They sing it in a sarcastic mood, but I mean it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking about something my sister had pointed out a while back - I always recommend tragic love stories. Funnily, those are the ones I like. Not sure why; probably because I find them more realistic and happy endings cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;(This is a depressing thought, yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Sri Lanka! :)&lt;br /&gt;It rained today. After a boiling afternoon. It rained for HOURS. I didn't get wet, but... the wind. I missed the smell of the mud though - until we went to the guest house. There, it was perfect. Add to the awesomeness the awesome food that they'd made :D Momos, because I'd told aunty I miss the delhi food. Pasta. Spring rolls.&lt;br /&gt;Something about home made food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pineapples here. JESUS CHRIST THEY'RE SO JUICY (I'm a little disgusted at the TWSS that would fit here). But really. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6 today! :D Saw the sunrise (though it's the sunsets that are breath-taking - I'm on the west coast). I was all ready with a bath and everything by 9! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdily enough, the thing I want to do the most in this trip is read. Not course content, but read up about anything and everything. I've been evil this semester, not devoting any time to read anything - but this week I totally will. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not using Facebook these days (which, I'm sure, is earning me a lot of curses from all my friends), and it feels great. A lot of shit happened the past semester - something went wrong with almost every friend I care about - which, I suppose, is "college" for you. What I really need is some time off from all the crap. And I need to learn from all those mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;And make the next semester much, much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aur aur aur. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten many of the little things my parents do, those habits that make me love them. I was thinking of how I don't have people to click in Sri Lanka (Clicking random people in college is still fine, but I might just get arrested or camera-less if I do it here.), and I realized today that I have the two perfect people to click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's birthday in three days, I've GOT to come up with something awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. It's been a perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somay : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mar jayegi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just called him from Sri Lanka. He thought I was a terrorist because of the international number. :P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8649068023433237751?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8649068023433237751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8649068023433237751&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8649068023433237751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8649068023433237751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/12/another-perfect-day.html' title='Another Perfect Day'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-3379285608655102522</id><published>2011-12-10T21:58:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-10T22:16:17.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Life</title><content type='html'>I love this song - it's one of the Scrubs OSTs. (Yes, I really do think that the best way to get good music is to download the music of some awesome show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving college felt... weird in the beginning. Because I wasn't even going home. But then I looked through the photos I'd clicked of Sri Lanka the last time, and well, worries aside. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight to Chennai got delayed; and I was sure I'd miss my flight to Colombo. Running with a worried expression surprisingly helps. Everyone gives way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight to Colombo, on the other hand, was beautiful. The almost full moon looked like a flashlight, shining on the cloud cities. So much awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten that it's Christmas time. Such a brilliant festival - I have so many memories of mom trying to convince me that Santa got me those chocolates after all (even the one time I saw her buying them, she convinced me that Santa gave her the money :P ). Anyway, Colombo airport is awesomely decorated for Christmas. I was tired and sleepy and weirded out when I got there, but by the time I got out of the airport, I was grinning to myself like an idiot - it was impossible not too, with all the amazing decorations. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met mom and dad, and blabbered the entire way to their house - which was about an hour of me going on about college - Jeevan Vidya torture, midnight basketball, DLF maggi, bike ride :D , my pathetic bathing frequency and worse laundryfrequency, camera and clicking, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Jaw drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Hmmmm. Bantota beach. I'd forgotten how much I love the sea - reminds me of Puri (Orissa), and all the times there, and all the coconuts and all the screaming-like-a-little-girl. (Um. I was a little girl though, so it's completely justified.)&lt;br /&gt;The hotel here is amazing too. :) I had some red wine before going into the beach - I was ready to use Munna Nana's "wine is an acquired taste and you should try it" back when he made me have white wine - but I didn't need it! Dad gave me some the first time I asked. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Saw the sunset over the sea. Such. Beauty. Golden lining on the clouds. Beauty. Brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;And for once, I was glad I didn't have the camera. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swati Didi : &lt;em&gt;Aur mere bina taash bilkul mat khelna!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here's apologizing for that, di. I beat them both though :D And I miss you so much today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;here's&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3379285608655102522?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3379285608655102522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3379285608655102522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3379285608655102522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3379285608655102522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-life.html' title='Good Life'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-4847123850201479190</id><published>2011-11-27T17:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-28T02:06:42.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We Can Work It Out</title><content type='html'>That's a Beatles song I used to like a lot, a long long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Hmmm. The reason I'm posting today is probably because I've got my end-sems from Tuesday. I'm in the must-do-anything-but-study mood.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, screwed, basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to summarize this semester at college - anyone who's been to college will understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December. I'll be going to Sri Lanka this time, not Delhi. The funny thing is.. I keep referring to Colombo as "mom and dad's place". Not as "home". Perhaps this is because I haven't been there yet - but for the sake of the strong attachment I have to Delhi, I don't think I could call any other place "home" for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;My sleep schedule is seriously screwed up. The general idea is to study till 12 (erm. This part isn't strictly followed) and then play basketball. And then go out of campus to "DLF" (it's actually the local &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;waalas&lt;/span&gt; outside the big DLF building) and eat hot maggi. And then sleep, say, around 5.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta change this in the next semester. Not just because it's seriously crappy when it comes to staying awake in classes the next day, but also because there's a certain evil force called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PT &lt;/span&gt;that returns next semester. 6 in the morning. 6 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Exun this time. And I'll be missing the Crusade too. These things - and everything else in general, that mattered a lot to me half a year back - don't seem so important now. Don't get me wrong; there's always that beautiful nostalgia, the brilliant recollection when I'm thinking back about the good, good times that I've had. But I feel distant from all of this now. I wonder if it's college that does this. Everything going on in the college feels more important. Not sure if this is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another not-good thing I realized is that I absolutely rot at keeping track of money. Must. Maintain. Some. Sort. Of. A. Budget. Notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and, through no fault of mine &amp;gt;.&amp;gt; , I've become the college photographer. Jisko dekho photo lene ke liye bula leta hai. It's fun most of the time, admittedly. :D I get involved in all weird events. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go now - write more random crap later.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidit : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tension mat le, check this out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-4847123850201479190?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/4847123850201479190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=4847123850201479190&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4847123850201479190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4847123850201479190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-can-work-it-out.html' title='We Can Work It Out'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-4526337831238648311</id><published>2011-11-27T17:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-28T02:06:12.721+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Lasts Forever</title><content type='html'>The last time I posted - June 17th - seems like a lifetime ago. I can't even begin to list down all that's changed since then. An entire semester at college is now over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting how another place can feel so much like home. I mean, sure, "home" will always be Delhi - "always" being, say, a couple of years. That's where I've spent the last ten years - I've lived, laughed, learnt, cried in that house. Sometimes I miss the feeling of Anand Vihar - specially when I remember the random moments of pure joy, like cycling out in the rain, decorating the house with lights for Diwali with bhaiya and didi, doing the crossword with mausi, walking around with mom, playing cards, taking a random early morning walk, sitting on the balcony and just thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's IIIT Hyderabad. Such a tiny campus that you'd think I'd feel trapped soon enough. But.. I don't. It feels wonderful for the most of it. The campus is so green and home-y. There's no time restriction either. So going out of the hostel for a walk or basketball at 4 in the morning makes my day better. Much. Better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people here are fascinating in general. I get it, now, why college is supposed to be the best and the worst experience of your life. The kind of people I've met here vary from passionate souls to sheer idiots to awesome friends. Meeting every person seems like an introduction to a whole new perception. And the best part is that everyone tries to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 4 months here, I've picked up some things I'd given up on a long time back. I've made friends, with whom I can spend every waking minute. I've changed priorities I didn't think I would. I've acted crazy and insane and high for days together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm back. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;creepy, i="" feel="" like="" writing="" another="" post="" swear="" ll="" make="" it="" p=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anirudh : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gajab ho gaya yaar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/creepy,&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-4526337831238648311?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/4526337831238648311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=4526337831238648311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4526337831238648311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4526337831238648311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/11/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing Lasts Forever'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8340679807865961123</id><published>2011-06-17T19:51:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:20:56.375+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tribute</title><content type='html'>Rajesh Uncle died one day before I had to submit my foreign application. I had a lot of work to do, so I tried not to think about him after the initial shock of his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my neighbour. He was bed-ridden, yet he gave math tuition to many students. He taught me 11th grade math when I was in 9th. He told me I was brilliant. He was very particular about the fountain black pen he'd use. He was the first person (outside family) whom I told about my JMO rank. He was a great teacher, for he did a lot more than just teach - he mentored me. I didn't realize this back then, but the little things he'd say every time made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had lung cancer - and died after a chemotherapy session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd written this down back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I played music really loud so that I  wouldn't hear his family mourning him. I didn't even go to visit his  family, because I had to finish my application work. I wish I'd at least talked to Aunty. For some weak, pathetic reason, I chose to ignore his death entirely. Right now, I remember every class he took, every time he was disappointed, every time he was pleased. I remember him. I'm wish I had earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;Sakshi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You haven't done it yet? Then do it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8340679807865961123?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8340679807865961123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8340679807865961123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8340679807865961123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8340679807865961123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/06/tribute.html' title='Tribute'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8704465270277227026</id><published>2011-05-03T21:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-03T22:12:12.511+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Swallowed By The Sea</title><content type='html'>Sri Lanka. Colombo.&lt;br /&gt;It's only my first day here, and a wonderful one at that. Simply going out of the house is a pleasure. It's really green and beautiful - huge (H-U-G-E) banyan trees with their proproots right between the roads, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I went to a Jetty (weird word? Yes) today. The wind was blowing so hard over the sea, that the crows couldn't fly over it. And they kept trying to. That was probably the most amusing thing I saw today. The air had a salty smell to it, which reminded me of Puri (Orissa) and all the great times we had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colombo lies on the West Coast of Sri Lanka, so the sun sets over the sea. That is what I intended to see today, but it was too cloudy for the entire sky to turn red. Nonetheless, the one hour I spent with my mother, sitting three feet above the sea level, enjoying the breeze, clicking photos made it more than worth the trip. (Not so much of a "trip" anyway, it took us 5 minutes by car). &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNZd192XXg0/TcAp-bo97BI/AAAAAAAABRc/Wvvs4gzwHDk/s1600/DSC_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602524088997112850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNZd192XXg0/TcAp-bo97BI/AAAAAAAABRc/Wvvs4gzwHDk/s320/DSC_0746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reminded me of Sahil's profile picture after I clicked it. :P What I was trying to do here was... to click the crows flying still. Which is what was happening when they couldn't beat the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1StEQlY__8/TcAp90PRyTI/AAAAAAAABRU/_8AfDL7yR-E/s1600/DSC_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602524078420379954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j1StEQlY__8/TcAp90PRyTI/AAAAAAAABRU/_8AfDL7yR-E/s320/DSC_0749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another vain effort, though I quite like the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7ubcsT3d_M/TcAp9co-sLI/AAAAAAAABRM/Oi8zNXviEwE/s1600/DSC_0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602524072085729458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I7ubcsT3d_M/TcAp9co-sLI/AAAAAAAABRM/Oi8zNXviEwE/s320/DSC_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many kites! And I liked the snaky shapes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99p_KUZbOI4/TcAnUUHLsWI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ePNw3RzPkgE/s1600/DSC_0750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602521166398599522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-99p_KUZbOI4/TcAnUUHLsWI/AAAAAAAABQ0/ePNw3RzPkgE/s320/DSC_0750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two for joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55ITc1ZXofI/TcAnTzutOkI/AAAAAAAABQs/xdRvW_AzMqk/s1600/DSC_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602521157706005058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55ITc1ZXofI/TcAnTzutOkI/AAAAAAAABQs/xdRvW_AzMqk/s320/DSC_0770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The right side of the Jetty. The Sri Lankan flag there is hoisted down every evening, and raised back up every morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7mZDh3Kj9Q/TcAnTXpa2CI/AAAAAAAABQk/q7s6X8-96iE/s1600/DSC_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602521150167636002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J7mZDh3Kj9Q/TcAnTXpa2CI/AAAAAAAABQk/q7s6X8-96iE/s320/DSC_0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Jetty. The awesome and creepy part was.. whenever a big wave would hit the concrete slabs (i.e. the things holding it up), the entire platform would vibrate. Quite apt for an "OH CRAP" moment, because you can technically fall and... er. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtuWFnMN_vQ/TcAnSog-urI/AAAAAAAABQc/vYO6RPH4yBU/s1600/DSC_0784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602521137515772594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vtuWFnMN_vQ/TcAnSog-urI/AAAAAAAABQc/vYO6RPH4yBU/s320/DSC_0784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how cloudy it is? I was so sure it'd rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And er, that's mom's hair on the left. I don't plan to make the effort of cropping the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4eMXKLoyY0o/TcAnR46yBII/AAAAAAAABQU/9qDqVK13E_c/s1600/DSC_0743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602521124739089538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4eMXKLoyY0o/TcAnR46yBII/AAAAAAAABQU/9qDqVK13E_c/s320/DSC_0743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just about all I saw of the sun. &lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a good, good day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vishesh : &lt;em&gt;Arial? NO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Started reading the Manticore's Secret by Samit Basu. It's the 2nd book of the GameWorld Trilogy. Now I actually miss the pun-intended names that he had in his first book. Like Chorpolis, Rupaisa, Nimbupani, Al-Ugobi. :P Not as lame as it sounds. All I've got in this book is Kaos Butterfly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S. Got a book about the greatest cons today. Should be an awesome read. :D So much creativity. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/22485249-8704465270277227026?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8704465270277227026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8704465270277227026&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8704465270277227026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8704465270277227026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/05/swallowed-by-sea.html' title='Swallowed By The Sea'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DNZd192XXg0/TcAp-bo97BI/AAAAAAAABRc/Wvvs4gzwHDk/s72-c/DSC_0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-1518798974050612400</id><published>2011-04-17T23:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:15:48.928+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eight Days A Week</title><content type='html'>7 days of pure awesome.&lt;br /&gt;8, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, didi and I went to Khan Market after JEE. :D Mexican food FTW. Mom had a fast though (Navratras), so we got slightly sadistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sobhagya's with Namya. The metro didn't work. The escalators didn't work (Twice). The chuski mashing machine didn't work. The air hockey machine didn't work. The TV didn't work. The camera didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;That's probably why I had all the more fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Gupta's. Twas his birthday party. :D Played Risk (And I like to think I didn't suck at it). Ate some very awesome cake. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Saket where I shopped with mom and didi. :D And ate. More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat at home. And watched Scrubs the WHOLE day. Almost 2 seasons. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire morning cleaning the house. :/&lt;br /&gt;Anurag came over in the afternoon. :D Played cards (He lost almost everytime). Watched Dexter (Shudder). Talked. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Gymkhana for dinner. With my family. Hmmm. Their Custard did NOT suit my stomach. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Khan market with Chandrika. :D Awesome fun. We.. gossip. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Tried a movie marathon at night, trying to get everyone to watch a movie. The sub-titles got us screwed up, so after repeating the march past in the beginning of A Few Good Men a dozen times, we switched to Wall-E. Lesser Dialogues, see. But by then people started sleeping off.&lt;br /&gt;So didi, bhaiya and I decided to watch the Bourne Identity.&lt;br /&gt;And I slept off. &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, I've already seen the movie. (Not that I remember much. Er.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matsoc farewell! Anurag also thought that it'd be cool to call OUR seniors, since we never managed to give them a farewell. But er, only one senior turned up, and I'm pretty sure we bored her.&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 4 in the morning. :P Had a LONG phone conversation (it'd been a while), finished EVERY Scrubs episode that there is, got caught awake by mom (Er. She wasn't happy, no no).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. The weather. Was so awesome!&lt;br /&gt;I actually got stuck in traffic for an hour, with mom. But let's just say we went on a long drive &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, but the very day I needed a washroom really badly, my mom chose to take shortcuts to the mall we had to get to. And the thing about most shortcuts is.. they don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is a randomly cluttered post about the week that was.&lt;br /&gt;But I HAD to note it down somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;It's been too awesome. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, people. I'm brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajat : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-1518798974050612400?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/1518798974050612400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=1518798974050612400&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1518798974050612400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1518798974050612400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/04/eight-days-week.html' title='Eight Days A Week'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7215365177167888089</id><published>2011-03-20T23:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:33:53.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be There For You</title><content type='html'>Yes, this one's the famous Friends theme song by the Rembrandts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unbeknown reason, I started thinking about my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the girl I have to tell every little thing, the guy I have to  talk to everyday,  the guy who whines to me, the guy I whine to, the guy  who's really like a brother, the girl who loves food as much as I do,  the guy who makes me laugh in his weird way, the girl who makes me feel  crazy (and to be dramatic, alive), the guy who says exactly what I hope  to hear, the guy who gives me awesome music, the guy who knows if I'm  sad in a second, the girl with whom I can talk for hours anytime, the  guy with whom I only exchange stupid smses yet can tell when he's sad,  the girl who sends me every damn forward in her inbox, the guy who is  just classically funny, the guy I always have to poke on Facebook, the  girl who brings out my girly side, the guy I miss talking to, the girl  who takes detours with me, the guy I think I like &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;, the girl  with whom I always laugh a lot, the girl who suggests movies/tv shows to  me, the guy I suggest movies/tv shows to, the girl who's always nice  everyone, the girl with whom I have a catch-phrase, the guy who is just  nice, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are.. (Insert every good word here. (Even strawberries or Robot Unicorn, if you like))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arpita [On Scribbler's Day] : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is Sobhagya wearing your blue coat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7215365177167888089?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7215365177167888089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7215365177167888089&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7215365177167888089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7215365177167888089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/03/ill-be-there-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Be There For You'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8250897032872664277</id><published>2011-03-17T21:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-17T21:36:20.021+05:30</updated><title type='text'>There's something about you</title><content type='html'>The song's by the New Radicals. And not that I particularly like the song, but it's relevant to what I'm about to type out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Rejection letter. And Making Holi delicacies with family. &lt;br /&gt;Something about both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A. The First Rejection Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was from Caltech. It's amazing how much effort they try to put to make the rejection sound... nice. Either way, the deflates the big balloon of narcissism in your head. But what happened to me was... er.&lt;br /&gt;I was indifferent. I know that's not how it's supposed to be. I should have been all HAW. I didn't even tell anyone at home that the result had come, so that I could figure out how I felt about it. Maybe it was because I'd applied to 10 colleges, and there were still 9 more to go. Maybe it was because I'm not sure I really want to go to any of these "institutions".&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm messed up. But, if anything, I was.. surprised at my reaction. Surprised to learn that I didn't actually care so much. There was.. something nice about knowing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B. Making Holi Delicacies with Mom and Mausi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decided to make khurme (shakkar paare?) and gujiyas this year. After so long. :D So I helped a bit with the gujiyas. I was just making balls of the dough, but it felt great to just sit in the kitchen doing that. With mom and mausi. Then we had leftover dough so we made a some matri and samosas. :D So much food. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Today I'm happy on food.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to have another reason. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu for now.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Mom just saw a .. er girgit in her room. Not sure if it's a garden lizard or chameleon. But damn it, it knows how to run. We both (Mom and I, that is) spent a consideration amount of time (high-pitch) screaming. Ah, wonderful moments. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Archit : Multi-tasking, for me, is like screwing up a lot of things together.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8250897032872664277?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8250897032872664277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8250897032872664277&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8250897032872664277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8250897032872664277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/03/theres-something-about-you.html' title='There&apos;s something about you'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-4428044502279099633</id><published>2011-02-26T16:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:17:09.734+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>I could be referring to the Nickelback song. Or the Flipsyde song. Or the MLTR song. Or the Rob Thomas song. Or, god forbid, the Britney Spears song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the John Legend song.&lt;br /&gt;It's really nice. And it's stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off Facebook again, and not particularly sure what brought that on. It might've been my annoying friends (Who, I can sense, are now going to stop reading my blog), or the realization that the majority of my day goes in logging onto Facebook, or the simple fact that I got bored of trying to know what everyone is up to (I still deny stalking absolutely anyone at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a pancake mix from the market a couple of days back. It was one of those visits to a Big Bazaar where I grab things that look interesting (Insert a disturbing TWSS, right about here). Anyhoo, ever since Sobhagya discovered that she's allergic to all milk products and thus, surprisingly, all tasty food, she hasn't brought those delicious pancakes her dad makes. So, you can hardly judge me for (literally) jumping up when I saw that mix in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet things, they are. Mixes, I mean. Just put water, and voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister and I started making them. It was fun, actually, we ate them with everything. Spicy chutney, strawberry jam, green grapes, but majorly - Honey. Yes. That stinky sugar thing which I'm never touching again 'cause the smell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Other than that. There's a slight reduction in the amount of time I take to wake up after the alarm first goes off. It's now about an hour, which is ever so slightly better than the additional half an hour that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some more to write about, but I'd rather not. Considering the amount of excitement in my life right now, I'd better save something for the next post. Or, I could admit to the fact that the rest of my stories are going to be even more boring than the ones I've already typed oot here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit : I'm kinda pissed at blogger for EATING UP THE LAST POST I WROTE. Aaaargh still annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wonder when I'll be back next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achal : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everytime I see you, I feel like waving Hi to you. You're a happy person!&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-4428044502279099633?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/4428044502279099633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=4428044502279099633&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4428044502279099633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4428044502279099633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/02/someday.html' title='Someday'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7355351324862111218</id><published>2011-02-06T21:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-06T21:26:10.853+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gin Soaked Boy</title><content type='html'>Yay, I finally read a book! And I mean the proper, deeply engrossed, I-won't-budge-in-an-earthquake kind of reading. And.. that felt awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wheel of Time. Book 1 - The Eye Of The World. By Robert Jordan. Or James Oliver Rigney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book and the first book of the Foundation series used to be THE two books I never found in libraries or book stores. Then, I found The Eye Of The World on the day of the Exun Farewell (Yay). Still looking for the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. The book's a lot like LOTR. And Eragon. But the fact that it's a 14 book series is probably the reason the author creates the plot, majorly, in the first book. So it does get a little boring, but hey, I liked the ending. Made me curious enough to start on the second book (The Great Hunt). It is a lot harder to put down. Which is saying something since I'm reading it on my phone. :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help remembering that Lost, too, has a "wheel of time". Though it doesn't really work on the same idea as the book series, "starting a new Age" etc. In Lost, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; a wheel of time. On the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. Spoiler Alert. :P Though I'm pretty sure my blog readers ( :| I like to think I have blog readers, yes) don't plan on watching the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Hmmmm. INMO today. I didn't study squat, so I was sure that I wouldn't be able to do anything. But I almost did 3 questions, so I'm happy. :D And then I had a sub! And an iced tea. I realized that my brain actually gets heated up after math olympiads. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the song, Gin Soaked Boy (by The Divine Comedy) is really awesome. I love the lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I'm the ghost in the machine&lt;br /&gt;I'm the genius in the gene&lt;br /&gt;I'm the beauty in the beast&lt;br /&gt;I'm the sunset in the east&lt;br /&gt;I'm the ruby in the dust&lt;br /&gt;I'm the trust in the mistrust&lt;br /&gt;I'm the Trojan horse in Troy &lt;br /&gt;I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy  &lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I shall go and study chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sobhagya : Moti. It's a term of endearment, really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7355351324862111218?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7355351324862111218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7355351324862111218&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7355351324862111218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7355351324862111218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/02/gin-soaked-boy.html' title='Gin Soaked Boy'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5866123545669744533</id><published>2011-02-02T20:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:15:58.588+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Will Write You A Song</title><content type='html'>I'm planning on starting 2 new things.&lt;br /&gt;A - Song names for blog posts. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;B - Ending posts with awesome quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This title's by the Plain White T's. Decent band. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey There Delilah&lt;/span&gt; is one of their well known songs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, coming to why it's my post title. My sister and I have a ... "shtick". If she's driving the two of us somewhere, we usually sing songs. Randomly. Chape ones, good ones. We sing whatever comes to our mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day of the school farewell, while coming back, we were singing. And I suddenly realized that it'd been a really long time since I sang songs. Not the random yelling-the-lyrics, but singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Yesterday. I literally sang for an hour. Nothing else. FOR AN HOUR.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I'm happy right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music. FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And. Had my Physics board practical today. So ridiculous it was! :D [And thank god for that :P ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anurag : Picnic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;[chips]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;chips&gt; are above everything else.&lt;/chips&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Remembered this 'cause I just had them :D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5866123545669744533?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5866123545669744533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5866123545669744533&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5866123545669744533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5866123545669744533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-write-you-song.html' title='I Will Write You A Song'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-2198327986927170831</id><published>2011-01-29T22:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:41:55.009+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Drool all you want</title><content type='html'>I cleaned my room today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so PROUD of how clean it looks! [It's a little disturbing though. Too tidy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/TURIJmOOxhI/AAAAAAAABPw/3ImquKlcMeY/s1600/Image0575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/TURIJmOOxhI/AAAAAAAABPw/3ImquKlcMeY/s320/Image0575.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567654369053034002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;On the chocolate coloured wall hangs the Exun Certificate. Perfect fit xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/TURIJhhsUOI/AAAAAAAABP4/Uw5pUMwRUsk/s1600/Image0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/TURIJhhsUOI/AAAAAAAABP4/Uw5pUMwRUsk/s320/Image0576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567654367792484578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Look at my table! I don't remember seeing it this neat and tidy ever. [Sniff]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/TURIKe2Mb5I/AAAAAAAABQI/GapnZ9nRtq0/s1600/Image0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/TURIKe2Mb5I/AAAAAAAABQI/GapnZ9nRtq0/s320/Image0577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567654384253038482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, this is just a [somewhat] show off. My books. [Insert heart here, since blogger doesn't let me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-2198327986927170831?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/2198327986927170831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=2198327986927170831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2198327986927170831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2198327986927170831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/01/drool-all-you-want.html' title='Drool all you want'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/TURIJmOOxhI/AAAAAAAABPw/3ImquKlcMeY/s72-c/Image0575.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-4412806792957260928</id><published>2011-01-29T21:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:29:12.418+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday?!</title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Exun Farewell was supposed to be held on 27th January. And it got canceled. Yet, it was an awesome awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'll start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and mausi had to go to the airport that morning, and didi wanted my cycle (remember, that pink thing I mentioned? :| ). So the full size Ladybird was loaded INSIDE the car. With me, all cramped. After an awesome one hour journey, I reached school. Sobhagya and I had decided we'd finish off our lab-file work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12:30, Mukesh Sir smsed saying the farewell was cancelled. Clearly, I was irritated. The reason was highly unexpected - the INMO camp at DPS Dwarka. Karanveer, Shubham and Aman were foolish (and dumb and ridiculous) enough to tell the teacher that they had to leave early because they had to attend the farewell. The teacher, who over the past years has developed an awesome hatred for the Exun Clan, called the DPS Society Chairman, who then called Saini Sir, asking for a cancellation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the problem wasn't just holding the farewell without those 3, but holding it at all. Aditya (Jain) was getting hyper too, he was in the car and stuck in traffic, not knowing whether to turn back or not. Not to mention every Exun member we saw saying "It's canceled?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to talk Mukesh sir into it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone suggested. "How about we don't call it a farewell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes. We could just be getting together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We could be celebrating a birthday party!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rishabh, looking at me, "Sakshi's birthday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still going to write it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, after a gazillion birthday wishes and phone calls (telling everyone to turn up, that it wasn't canceled after all), we left school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobhagya wanted to travel in an auto (she is ajeeb. 18 years old and never traveled in one!), so the two of us left early. Rishabh wanted to make sure I wasn't the first person at "my party", so he said I should not reach before him :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aditya was smsing wildly. That's what hunger does to people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobhagya and I reached early. We went to the Om Book Shop to "stare at pretty books and figure out what the story could go like". I bought a book and we left when Rishabh called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then THAT was followed by 3 hours of pure awesomeness at Pizza Hut. Photos. Pizza. Pizza without cheese (Sobhagya's allergic :| and that pizza tasted just wrong). Coke. EXUN COKE (It's.. a coke's nightmare. Coke + everything edible nearby. Usually turns green after the add-ons). Chocolate cake(Awesome it was. Bhatla would know :P ). Slam Chart Papers. Certificates of Expertise(oh yeah!). Mementos. Rickrolling. My blurry camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ALL of that :D :D :D we decided to surprise Mukesh Sir.&lt;br /&gt;So some of us went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;And surprised him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then. There were &lt;not&gt; none. Vaibhav and I decided to wait for Sobhagya's dad. For about 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes of That's What She Said-ing. Sobhagya didn't even GET half of them. So awesome it was. I think we set a record. (TWSS? :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm. Hmmmm. :)&lt;br /&gt;The Farewell was just perfect. Because it got canceled. Because of everyone there. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys. [Sniff]&lt;sniff&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sniff&gt;&lt;/sniff&gt;&lt;/sniff&gt;&lt;/not&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-4412806792957260928?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/4412806792957260928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=4412806792957260928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4412806792957260928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4412806792957260928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday?!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-3339064111343273140</id><published>2011-01-19T13:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:16:35.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pre-boreds</title><content type='html'>Lame title. Bleh. I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 10th, I used to picture 11th-12th a lot. I used to think that by the time I give the IIT exam, I'd have done the syllabus multiple times. And I'll study properly for the preboards and boards, it's 12th, after all.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll really like the work because I'll be studying subjects that I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking back, all I can say is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Right. That's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more cheerful note, I sent out a gazillion smses today, to everyone I could think of, complimenting them in some way or the other. The unseen passage in my english paper on "Importance of complimenting people" might've had some effect. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. I get back to Chuck.&lt;br /&gt;Adios. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3339064111343273140?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3339064111343273140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3339064111343273140&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3339064111343273140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3339064111343273140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/01/pre-boreds.html' title='Pre-boreds'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-3951394666191485651</id><published>2011-01-09T19:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:15:57.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's that time of the year again</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting at home for the past 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I watched some of August Rush again. I saw it for the first time a couple of years back, and I remember thinking that the music was good. This time, however, I loved the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rock and pop, but I realized I want to learn how to play Flamenco. It's.. beautiful. Basically on an acoustic guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;Long walks in winter are so brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm happy. A little too happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3951394666191485651?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3951394666191485651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3951394666191485651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3951394666191485651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3951394666191485651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time of the year again'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6111866466519906990</id><published>2010-11-21T15:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-21T16:43:06.230+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shoo.</title><content type='html'>Okay. I've been intending to write a post since a long time. Specially after my blog was spammed by some Chinese guy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm on Facebook way too much these days. I'm pretty sure it's the reason I don't blog anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I wrote most of my Common App essay today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm kinda drained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. This post shall be highly random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was an awesome day. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ZIO in the morning. It was much easier than I'd thought. Finished it in 2 hours. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the exam, I walked from the exam center to the Subway at SDA multiple times. It wasn't a long walk. The weather was nice and warm. :) First I walked from the school to Subway to eat, then I walked back because the metro was right next to the school. Exactly at that time, Anurag and Vishesh got out of the center. Then I repeated the entire walk with Anurag, cause he wanted to eat and I wanted to roam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got back to my half-white-washed house. White-washing is irritating, but fun at times. Not only did I find some long lost treasures, but I also discovered new spider webs &lt;which&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;I also went to the Indian Habitat Center last night. With mausi, mausa and bhaiya. For once, I was doing nothing but staring at the photographs that they'd put on display. And walking around. IHC's beautiful, really. It's huge and really green. And you can buy awesome Chocolate Tarts at Eatopia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Yesterday was awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I shall get back to the Essay. &lt;gulp&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I find most TV Shows boring these days. :-/ I might have lost my sense of humour. OR Maybe it's the after-effect of watching Lost - Nothing seems as awesome anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6111866466519906990?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6111866466519906990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6111866466519906990&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6111866466519906990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6111866466519906990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2010/11/shoo.html' title='Shoo.'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-29939805038564361</id><published>2010-03-31T16:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-31T17:25:19.772+05:30</updated><title type='text'>=P</title><content type='html'>Sure, I know, a smiley as a post name is way too lame. (And damn it, so is the fact that the sentence rhymed). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know what this post is going to be about. I've got 6 posts that I started writing (on occasions when I felt like reviving the blog), but never actually managed to complete. Typical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11th. It's a blur. It passed way too fast (I swear, I don't intentionally make it rhyme :| ). The awesomest part of 11th?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;The Crusade : All the bunking with Anurag, Gupta, Grover, Vishesh and Nayani, majorly. And, at times, Namya and Aribhit. All the lists. All the planning. All the work. All the PJ's. All the "green tie" complements from KV. All the awesomeness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;The Coaching : Yes. All the "Fail" and "Feel". All the metro journeys. All the Subway times. All the Bets like "I bet I can eat my Sub without dropping a single thing" or "I bet I can drink water faster than you" or "I bet I can sit for a minute without fidgeting" with Aditya. And all the "I bet I'll beat you" with Rajat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;The Exams : All the I'll-start-after-dinner moments. All the I-wish-I'd-started-earlier moments. All the tell-me-what-I-can-leave calls with Sobhagya, Deepika and Shreya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;The Class Fun : Admittedly, there wasn't much of it. But I loved the notebook-doodling, the sarcasm sign, the hand doodling (okay, didn't love that). All the awesomeness with Sobhagya, Sonia, Suchali. All the "English notes". All the "Chemistry notebooks". Everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;The Breaks and Homerooms : All the random Hi's. And all the random chit-chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&gt;The TV Shows : Chuck, majorly. I can't put this in words. Sniff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And NOW, after reading it, I think I've lost my touch. And I'm pretty sure I've forgotten a lot of things. But this is totally the point where I'm getting bored of writing. So, I think I'll stop here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And. There goes another post with an abrupt ending. :D&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-29939805038564361?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/29939805038564361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=29939805038564361&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/29939805038564361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/29939805038564361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2010/03/p.html' title='=P'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-3001228340359059233</id><published>2009-08-01T21:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:34:52.084+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"I know his name!"</title><content type='html'>Yeah, totally. I can proudly say that I know the name of all the people in my class. Justifying the "his" part of the title to Namya, all I'm gonna say is that since there are just 8 females in my class, it's no biggie knowing their names. BUT there are so many dudes that their names are kinda confusing. Hey, I even know the name of the dude from North East India! :D &lt;it&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my new class? Originally had 41 people, then the population fell down to 34 and now I _think_ it's 37. Got a hell lot of people from X-L, who are entertaining but like to stay within their own group of friends (can't blame them though). Got a hell lot of newbies (did I mention I know all their names?). Had 7 people from my beloved class, now has 4. Sobhagya, Shashank, Suchali, Sonia. Got a lot of hostellers, so basically the class is nearly empty during break (I was pretty surprised to know that they had to go to the hostel in the break to eat!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But somehow school is generally fun. In the morning Chandrika more than lightens up the bus (in fact, she kinda wakes up everyone who's sleeping just by her excited voice); in the class I feel highly amused if someone sleeps off in class (or the teacher wakes up some dude while going out of the class. Yup, it's happened twice) or even if I end up doing coaching work under the teacher's nose (ah well). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And. That. Would. Be. All. For. Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully next time I'll come up with a better way to end a post. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios, people (really, anyone left who reads my blog?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(BTW, that's not a problem. I'll make sure my old readers read this. Kudos.)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3001228340359059233?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3001228340359059233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3001228340359059233&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3001228340359059233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3001228340359059233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-know-his-name.html' title='&quot;I know his name!&quot;'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6664798217987474291</id><published>2009-06-13T20:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:41:35.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Onions</title><content type='html'>Seriously, onions are weird. I mean, sure, you'd think I'd think about Shrek's whole "ogres are like onions" thing before saying something against them. But they're really nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I made "Cabbage Rolls". The recipe looked normal (yes, I'm counting cabbages in that category for now). It is the first time I went into the kitchen with the intention of cooking without any help (unless you're vain enough to include recipe books) and succeeded. Somehow, despite the fact that they turned out the way they were supposed to, I didn't like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I've started Uncyclopedia-ing a bit. It's totally hilarious (other than being seriously icky at times). I love the articles on Hydrogen and Adolf Hitler. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than this, I've been reading Ptolemy's Gate and Sidney Sheldons; watching movies like 17 Again, Drive Me Crazy, A Walk To Remember, blah. I finished Golem's Eye, in my 3rd attempt to read it. Now when I think about it, I don't really know why I stopped twice earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started writing a story sometime back (I'm pretty sure I've told all of you about it). I've almost written it, too. But I can't seem to be able to sit and end it! It's stuck at the last chapter and I've lost the heart to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, someone (and I'm going crazy trying to remember who) told me that the last part of H2G2 will be written by Eoin Colfer. I really don't think I'd like that. Not that I've read H2G2 beyond the first book. :P I'm not so sure I intend to, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well, before I start to get boring, I'll quit. :) Au revoir, if I have any readers left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'll stop here." [Anyone remember why I like this line?]&lt;remember&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6664798217987474291?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6664798217987474291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6664798217987474291&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6664798217987474291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6664798217987474291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2009/06/onions.html' title='Onions'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-404270307104966153</id><published>2009-04-15T21:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:07:39.095+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Day Of The Posters</title><content type='html'>I can't help it! Today's gotta be called one. So basically the only source of entertainment we had today at school (on the third frikking floor, btw) was because of those posters. I still don't believe that everyone *genuinely* liked Shivam's and Vaibhav's (actually I &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; mention Raghav and Rohan too, since they did a bit of the coloring) poster. It said "Not being polite is a crime, why does every slogan have to rhyme?". You should probably try to &lt;strong&gt;come&lt;/strong&gt; to my class just to see that poster. Totally worth it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I also know exactly HOW much I can dislike double physics and double chem. The teachers just madly try to convince us that the course won't be repeated all over for us in July so that we pay attention in class right now and don't keep asking for free periods. In my class, however, this doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th Grade. A whole new year. The first thing that made me feel like a "bada bacha" was when I asked the class teacher when we'd be getting our books and she grinned at me. Yes, I was soon told that we had to buy them on our own. Every teacher goes "11th &lt;em&gt;main aa gaye ho beta&lt;/em&gt;", like last year they went awn and awn about the boards. Thankfully none of them has mentioned that this is the pre-(board year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since the teachers have been kind enough [yes, I am sarcastic, you stupid oaf. If &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; more person says they don't get my sarcasm, I'll really throw Sobhagya off the astronomy tower coz she keeps on telling me she will but never does.] to separate me from my friends, I go to meet them everyday in the HB-Basement from my Mt. F-Block. Yeah, that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, that's not even a thousandth of what all's going in my life and even though I am vela, I'm not gonna be typing everything out. The effort shall make me want to "jump off the astronomy tower". ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederci!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-404270307104966153?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/404270307104966153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=404270307104966153&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/404270307104966153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/404270307104966153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-of-posters.html' title='The Day Of The Posters'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5858977174719754056</id><published>2009-03-15T13:53:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:22:29.007+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I hate cleaning.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, and that's what I've been doing at home. Cleaning. Packing away the winter stuff, cleaning my table (though removing all those sanskrit and sst books was just pure fun), cleaning the almirah (and this was pure torture) and even cleaning the darned bed (yes, I quite like it when it's messy). Mom even made me clear out the mess from the lower drawer of my table, which is the place where I dump stuff that I don't know where to put, or stuff that I don't want to bother to clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been trying to, unsuccessfully, be creative. I am truly the most unoriginal and uncreative person in the entire galaxy. Sigh. According to one of my nana's (who's into astrology), my imagination is "out of this world". Now I'm starting to get what he meant by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I want the boards to get over real quick now. I'm so pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5858977174719754056?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5858977174719754056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5858977174719754056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5858977174719754056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5858977174719754056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hate-cleaning.html' title='I hate cleaning.'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-561704551658761111</id><published>2009-03-10T22:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:06:18.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sanskrit-Pendence?</title><content type='html'>Nah, I still think Hindi-Pendence sounds better. :D But I'm glad sanskrit is over. Even if I ever decide to study SST again, out of interest (fat chance though), I definitely won't be studying Sanskrit anymore. So Woohoo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically after getting my sister and dad hooked on to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Moment_of_Truth_(US_game_show)"&gt;The Moment of Truth&lt;/a&gt;, I've been surprisingly unexcited about Holi. I guess all the face allergies from last year's Holi did that. Last year's was really rather crazy. I also did the mistake of going to Nayan's place and then to another family friend's, and _then_ had a bath so I couldn't really blame the colour for not coming off either. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing more to write for now. Bhaiya's home for Holi so I guess it'll be &lt;strong&gt;FUN.&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;Ciao Readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks a TON to those who talked me out of the recent &lt;em&gt;mess&lt;/em&gt;. I love you people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-561704551658761111?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/561704551658761111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=561704551658761111&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/561704551658761111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/561704551658761111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2009/03/sanskrit-pendence.html' title='Sanskrit-Pendence?'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7173741313378856192</id><published>2009-03-05T20:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:40:14.527+05:30</updated><title type='text'>25 things.</title><content type='html'>I'd seen someone do this on FB, and I decided to do it here. It's kinda done to prove how vela I feel today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Random Things About Me:&lt;br /&gt;1. I know I have "weird hair", but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I tend to lose interest in things after a while, even if I really like them for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a very restless person and I fidget with almost everything I get hold of. (Kinda why mom had to get a new TV remote too).&lt;br /&gt;4. I've been watching a lot of movies.&lt;br /&gt;5. I like being on my own in a while, so I like to go for a walk at times.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love listening to music, though I hate *really* hard rock.&lt;br /&gt;7. I get scared after watching horror movies, though I find them rather funny when I'm watching them. But &lt;strong&gt;seriously&lt;/strong&gt; it's terrifying after that.&lt;br /&gt;8. I bite my nails. (Yeah, yeah, call me a pig)&lt;br /&gt;9. I have a &lt;strong&gt;lot &lt;/strong&gt;of pet-names. People just randomly keep nick-naming me. And most of them are rather weird.&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm addicted to my mobile and ipod.&lt;br /&gt;11. I "ummm" a lot. Specially when I find something weird. (And I'm kidan positive that a lot of you think that this should've been the first one)&lt;br /&gt;12. I can be &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; shy at times.&lt;br /&gt;13. I have a diary. And I once did the mistake of carrying it in my school bag.&lt;br /&gt;14. I like to have memories and soveniors of things I find special, be it school life or a summer trip. ;)&lt;br /&gt;15. I can be very boring when I'm desperately trying to be entertaining. And that's kinda frequent.&lt;br /&gt;16. I hate to do things that people really expect me to do.&lt;br /&gt;17. I grin a lot. And :P a lot. And ;) a lot. And :) a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;18. I hate to clean my room (Though in Feb I was so frustrated with &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; one day that I actually cleaned it up)&lt;br /&gt;19. I love my friends. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;20. I speak fast most of the time. A lot of people don't like that. :P&lt;br /&gt;21. I like to do stupid things. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;22. I can't be in the kitchen for a minute without burning something up.&lt;br /&gt;23. I can't live without music. Even if all I do is tapping my feet or humming out of tune. Or *oh* whistling.&lt;br /&gt;24. Yeah, I like whistling. ;D&lt;br /&gt;25. I can be very frank at times. And thus rude. But I can &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; be intentionally rude. Once I tried to do that, didn't work out well. I felt so bloody guilty...! (Namya and Pragya should know about this) :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that's about it. Only now that I've finished the list am I thinking of what else&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I could have written. Nonetheless, I'll stop now else gawd knows when I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir people.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Still not studying sanskrit. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7173741313378856192?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7173741313378856192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7173741313378856192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7173741313378856192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7173741313378856192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-things.html' title='25 things.'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7529001122920526217</id><published>2009-03-04T19:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:43:23.227+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And I'd like to thank..</title><content type='html'>I would have saved this for the end of the boards, but here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank&lt;br /&gt;^-^ Sobhagya for all her 'Sup Sakshi' smses. They irritated me and somehow reminded me about school (and the boards _and_ studying).&lt;br /&gt;^-^ Deepika for all the help, seriously, dude, you rock. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;^-^ Namya and Nikita for explaining the answers to me so that I'd learn them up somehow.&lt;br /&gt;^-^ Saksham and Saurabh for making me feel so much better about my huge amount of syllabus left coz they themselves had loads left.&lt;br /&gt;^-^ Mom for all the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;^-^ Nidhi for all the one word replies she sent to my (rather stupid) sst related smses.&lt;br /&gt;^-^ My Brain, for always being there for me and not forgetting, well, atleast half the stuff I tried to learn.&lt;br /&gt;^-^ My Mobile, for making sure that it "Deferred" every sms that I sent, making sure that I spent time in resending the bloody thing. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about all that I can remember. Any thing else that I might have forgotten? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7529001122920526217?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7529001122920526217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7529001122920526217&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7529001122920526217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7529001122920526217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-id-like-to-thank.html' title='And I&apos;d like to thank..'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-1387330414378506940</id><published>2009-03-04T19:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:34:37.499+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Higher</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here on this computer, something I'd have thought rather impossible considering that I've slept for only 3 hours in the last 36 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm &lt;em&gt;high&lt;/em&gt; or something. Honestly, I'm really hyperactive today, and that's an adjective I don't usually use for myself (it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; Pragya's thing), so I kinda mean it now that I &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; used it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SST is &lt;strong&gt;OVER&lt;/strong&gt;. I did think I'd be happier than I am right now, but come to think of it I felt happier after the sst preboard (because I hadn't prepared for it, so it was some kind of i-dont-care-about-the-marks-but-im-glad-its-over thing). When I walked out of the exam hall (mini hall, more like), I kinda jumped when I thought no one could see me and then I turned to see that someone had, in fact seen me. Nonetheless, it was a rather crappy paper. The one markers, according to me, were 4 markers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically yesterday evening I finally finished the ugly parts of the syllabus. I had Eco and the revision left (which in Political Science would take a &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; of time). So then I was so happy that I wasted 2 hours after that, thinking that I'll finish everything before midnight and sleep off. When I came to study at 10, I realized that I remembered practically nothing in Pol Science. So what was supposed to end at midnight didn't even end by 3 30. That's when I slept off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up at 6 30 to finish Eco. And then I gave the exam with the worst goosebumps I have ever had (I did control them in the car, thankfully). :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the exam Nikita and I planned to watch a movie. We didn't really have any other option in the nearby cinemas so we went for &lt;em&gt;Dehi 6. &lt;/em&gt;Big surprise, I found it rather alright. It's illogical in some places, but I somehow didn't mind that (I don't think I want to blame the no-sleep thing here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One funny thing I realized while coming back was that I liked writing on my blog. I mean, okay, I do lose interest in it at times but I really like to write about, well, everything! Comments are encouraging, &lt;strong&gt;sure. &lt;/strong&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think I'm finally feeling a lil sleepy now.(WTF, I bore myself when I write?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Weird Conversations Are Back In My Life.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Not to be Continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-1387330414378506940?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/1387330414378506940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=1387330414378506940&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1387330414378506940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1387330414378506940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2009/03/higher.html' title='Higher'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-1308064686159713869</id><published>2009-02-23T20:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:55:31.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to old schedules</title><content type='html'>I had started sleeping like a rather normal person. I'd sleep around 11 or 12 at night and then wake up at about 7. Now I'm back to sleep in the afternoon and then late at night thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days my mom is ultra careful about me. She doesn't let me drink even slightly cold water, or doesn't let me switch on the fan even if I feel very hot. If I sneeze once, she'll make me have the medicine. I can't really blame her for this though, I'm quite prone to cold, which then becomes something rather serious leading to bedrest. That's what happened during the pre-boards too. I didn't prepare SST before hand (duh) and then I fell ill a week before the exam. Bad cold, fever, tonsils (with pus). So I *messed* the pre-boards. So, ahem, yeah, even I &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; trying to be careful with, er, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've once again started finding the hindi movies funny. While watching TV a few days back,(&lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt; give the "you-weren't-studying-all-day?" look) I saw a minute of this movie called "Love In Nepal" which brought back some rather amusing memories ^_^ and I couldn't help laughing. The lead character dude is called "Bunty" (again, amusing memories coming back). Oh, and I also saw some Full House episodes (I downloaded them. It's just so sad, the torrent's got a real slow download speed. It's upload speed, is sadly, high) and those guys are so cute! Michelle is just a lil kid and well, so is Stephanie, and they're relaly adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep a fast for MahashivRatri today :P :P :P but I didn't realize that sauce would count. And my mom didn't &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; that I was fasting so she didn't bother to stop me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Does anyone know what @.@ means? (I used it coz it looked kinda cute. :P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-1308064686159713869?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/1308064686159713869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=1308064686159713869&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1308064686159713869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1308064686159713869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-to-old-schedules.html' title='Back to old schedules'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6077418098653780424</id><published>2009-01-30T13:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:19:06.975+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Hey blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, once again, hit by the i-dont-want-to-write-on-the-blog problem, and I really don't know how I'm back here. I don't even know how long it'll be before I come up with the next post. So basically I'm seriously pissed with the boards. I mean, alright, they're coming up, blah blah blah, but it tends to get irritating when every person who meets you goes "10 more days, eh?" or "aw, I pity you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's not like I've been studying my ass off, so I'm not really complaining. The good thing is that I get a lot of time for, well, whatever I want to do. Not that I have many great ideas. Rather, I am getting sorta bored at home. The VM classes are over, and that was just about the only place I went to by myself. Though when I compare my _life_ right now to X's, I feel VERY happy. X is kinda locked inside the 4 walls, without TV or the internet, or anything that one might have fun to do. I'd go totally insane if I were locked inside a room. I'd probably start whistling (coz when I do it with people near me, they get irritated after a while. I really dunno why, though :] ) or singing (people react almost the same way when they do when I'm whistling) or sleeping (though that's kinda what I'm doing a lot now anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing crosswords with Mausi in the mornings.. It _is_ fun, though I hate it when we know nothing in the TOI one. I mean, that crossword is purely evil. How the hell am I supposed to know that there is a river called Qom in Iran? Or any of the other weird stuff they ask for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can quite naturally say that almost all my friends are studying, or atleast cutting out on their entertainment. My inbox doesn't usually have new emails, and people are hardly online. It's starting to freak me out now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Good Bye people who still checked my blog despite it being dormant for over 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Try not to take my frustration seriously. I'm still the weirdo who laughs on weird things and makes stupid jokes to entertain herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I don't believe that I chose the template before this one. I don't like it now.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6077418098653780424?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6077418098653780424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6077418098653780424&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6077418098653780424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6077418098653780424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6574912170122068135</id><published>2008-11-08T23:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-08T23:28:13.981+05:30</updated><title type='text'>&lt;....&gt;</title><content type='html'>It's 11 right now, and I feel like writing. Funnily, no idea what to write about. So all that I will end up writing might probably sound crazy and absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the crusade work is finally complete and I don't know if I feel relieved about it. Despite the irritation I felt when I couldn't find any questions, it was kinda fun making the questions. "It'll be worth it, seeing Vishesh and Namya's face when they get an answer wrong". :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened this week- it's unnecessary to elaborate on them, but I think I did get out of a lot of mess and confusion that was going on in my head. I was in a desperate condition and I had to clear it up. I've experienced all emotions that I could possibly imagine this week. Surprisingly, things that would have normally offended me cleared my mind. I conclude, that I do have wrong judgements of different people, and that I do care a lot about what everyone says. These are seriously two weird things I have got to work one. Yeah, okay, Sakshi's getting serious. Holy Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the more sakshi-ish part, I still haven't started my projects. Got to submit them on Monday. Gawd help me with those *things*. And I baked a cake. &lt;ready&gt; And my sister's home after a long time. AND I saw the beginning of Saw II. It is truly quite disgusting. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I already have a cold. Don't know what'll happen to me in the coming months. And I still have 600 pages of Brisingr to go. And don't start wondering what's wrong with me because of this post. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6574912170122068135?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6574912170122068135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6574912170122068135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6574912170122068135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6574912170122068135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-11-right-now-and-i-feel-like.html' title='&lt;....&gt;'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8067318231117542570</id><published>2008-11-08T20:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:48:25.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Counter...!</title><content type='html'>Top 20 search phrases:&lt;br /&gt;How many:&lt;br /&gt;Phrase:&lt;br /&gt;69&lt;br /&gt;sakshi gupta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;br /&gt;Sakshi Gupta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;"sakshi gupta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;mjkps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;br /&gt;karan prabhakar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;SAKSHI GUPTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;iraj kumar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;Sakshi gupta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;sakshigupta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;sakshi gupta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;wedding surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;naman choudhary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;www&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;"Sakshi Gupta"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;gupta wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;sobhagya jose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;gupta geography&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;sanskrit speech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;you can put that blame on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;sakshi dehradun&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that one of the "karan prabhakar" searches was made by shivam.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8067318231117542570?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8067318231117542570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8067318231117542570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8067318231117542570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8067318231117542570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/11/counter.html' title='Counter...!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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-22485249.post-1962463604209417211</id><published>2008-11-05T20:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:18:54.315+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thwack! Continued</title><content type='html'>So, guys, I'm back. Well, not really, I don't quite have the time for a long post. But this is the kind of a thing that I really couldn't not blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow KK read my blog, and said that it was unfair of me to not even listen to his version of the &lt;a href="http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/09/thwack.html"&gt;Slap Story&lt;/a&gt;. So I asked him to mail his story to me. Which he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the story goes like this.she threw kechtup n me.i threw it bck on her. Then she  just touched me which u all proclaim was  a slap.FINISH STORY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly did expect a *longer* story, but well, he did present his case. Funnily, he still thinks that VG did the entire ketchup thing. Still, he presented his case. Which wasn't exactly defensive. Either way, your opinions? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-1962463604209417211?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/1962463604209417211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=1962463604209417211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1962463604209417211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1962463604209417211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/11/thwack-continued.html' title='Thwack! Continued'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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-22485249.post-8933732977067298793</id><published>2008-10-14T23:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:34:17.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>History Repeats Itself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/03/someone-help-me-here.html"&gt;http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/03/someone-help-me-here.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8933732977067298793?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8933732977067298793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8933732977067298793&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8933732977067298793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8933732977067298793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/10/history-repeats-itself.html' title='History Repeats Itself'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-4459354415964524030</id><published>2008-09-30T13:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:45:09.094+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday To Me.&lt;br /&gt;(Belated)&lt;br /&gt;This is (probably) for all the retards who didn't wish me despite all the social networking sites that eat up ur head reminding u about birthdays until u do something about it. Or just because I wanted to write about something. Either way, my birthday was surprising. And fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair straightened. (Cheers). Probably just to see what they look like-- anyway, I was surprised. Never knew they were that long. I was sorta nervous and scared about going to school with that hairstyle the next day....&lt;br /&gt;At twelve, mom and dad were sleeping. Sigh. In my complete desperation to get the feel of my birthday, I cut a banana. Yeah, stupid, I know. Probably that's why I did it. I expected SOMEONE to call-- my sister, cousins, nayan(who btw had sms-ed me about some movie on hbo ten minutes back), ANYONE! But no one called. Other than mom, who probably woke up because of the light coming from my room. Sweet, she called and said : "Happy Birthday. Please go off to sleep now". Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school. The people in my bus were :-O but they didn't know it was my birthday. My bus friends were absent(grrrr), only Chandrika came. While walking to school, Shashank, Shivam and Saksham saw me. Funny reactions, and they ran inside the class and practically YELLED out about my hair. As a result, when I went to the class, I got a lot of attention. I could feel everyone staring at me and that psyched me out. I'm not saying I didn't see that coming, but it was too much. Aaaaaa!!! The main funny reactions were: "How much time did it take?", "Did any straighteners get lost in ur hair?","WTF Sakshi!", "Wig hai kya!!". I couldn't believe my ears when AS seriously came and asked me about hair straightening. He, being a guy(or so we think), was not expected to ask me this. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been eating up my friends' heads for a birthday card, coz I wanted to have some memory of my abso-frikkin-lute weird class. They did it, alright. But they asked everyone to write "Happy Birthday Have a Blast" to bug me. They also(Namya's idea) emailed a lot of people to reply back to namya a birthday wish for me-- which was sorta the actual card. Tragically, I saw the actual card first coz we sat in the Shogun Lab in the first period, where I ended up checking my mail. I'm not complaining, I loved the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the gifts I got were covered in Pink. Thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I took Namya, Pragya and Iraj to my place. The reason I didn't get many people was because I didn't want to do the effort of desperately trying to entertain them. In the bus, though, I was wondering how I'd entertain them because Iraj was having a migrane, Pragya was all quiet(apparently, that's how she is in the bus) and Namya was sleepy. And I was trying to get them to talk. However, once they reached my house, they went quite mad. Trust me on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little background on that. See, I'm a very untidy person. Now, I obviously had to clean up my room because of these people. I did sincerely try, only that towards the end I started getting irritated and chucked everything I didn't know where to put under my bed. Stupidly, I told them this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once I got them inside my house(which was a amusing thing, really, Iraj somehow kept going in the opposite direction), and showed them my room, they went crazy. Iraj literally fell on the floor, looking under my bed and commenting on everything. Before I could stop him, Namya and Pragya opened my cupboards and starting looking for the so-called nerdy books. Cheers, they didn't find any. My mom came to ask about the food, stared at my friends for 2 minutes, and then spoke. On the lunch table, Namya and Pragya went babbling (and so did I), and kicking(ouch) but Iraj was all quiet(he's had bad experiences when he talks and eats ;)). Anyway, after the food, mom went downstairs to get some peace and we started talking. My phone was taken away from me a lot of times, and these three desperately tried to read and send smses. They caused some destruction too, alright- a bulb, my mobile, the camera. Iraj jumped on to my neighbours roof and they saw him. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up having quite a lot of fun. We saw Bechare Zameen Par, made prank calls to people, sprayed each other with deodrants(that was bad). All my effort to clean my room were in vain coz they messed it up completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now after writing this pretty long post, I'm bored and therefore abruptly ending this post. Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-4459354415964524030?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/4459354415964524030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=4459354415964524030&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4459354415964524030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4459354415964524030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6417258877127930724</id><published>2008-09-20T19:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:45:30.132+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thwack!</title><content type='html'>I didn't witness it, no. I get to stare at all the boring stuff- be it the boring teachers or boring books; but if anything interesting happens- I have _got_ to miss it.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a loud one. But the _Whoa_ that was heard made it obvious that something had surely happened. I looked up and Pragya said "She did it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some Sauce business going around in the class. Apparently the guys found it very amusing to apply some ketchup on a chair and wait for one of the guys to sit and then go _haw_. Somehow, KK (no use writing initials- that's what we call him anyway) managed to get some on his pant. What followed was the blame- VG or LG (Ha! Never realized their initials would look like this; the surnames are different, btw). VG being probably one of the most Sudhra-hua girls of our class, you would've thought he'd look for someone else to blame. But this is KK we're talking about, guys. He probably think that the aim of everyone in life is to do something naughty or bad with him. But it's not a surprise since he is a butt of the bag/pencil box passing half the time. So Anyway, he somehow concluded that VG put the sauce on him so he proceeded to do the tit-for-tat. Vg got so pissed as she literally dodged the ketchup that she look back at me and said: "Thappad maarne ka mann kar raha hai".&lt;br /&gt;So I said: "Maar de" casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnily, it was the biology period. When the teacher saw that the pants of 4 guys were |ahem| drenched she  took all the  guys out of the class. VG was waiting for KK(slap time). Then the english teacher came, followed by the guys. She started scolding us for having a dirty class, and then I bent to pick up my newspaper. I looked up when I heard a Whoa. She'd done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, from what I heard, his reaction was: "Mujhe Lagi Bhi Nahi". Oh Boy. Apparently he complained to the english teacher, too(typical) and she replied "You must have done something wrong". Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So probably it's stupid writing a post about this but it's VG we're talking about. Until a week ago, had she got to know she'd be hitting a guy, she would have laughed out loud at the prospect and then seriously said: "Of course I won't. Panga kyun loongi yaar. Pagal kutte ne kata hai kya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she's changed. Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I read Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox. Funny thing, I found it quite good. Probably because it was one book that I read after a very long time. Probably because I did find myself clutching the book with my mouth open when Foaly started counting the 10 seconds. Alright, the other Fowls were much better, and this one wasn't all that funny, but it got back that joy of reading-- which by the way I had quite stopped feeling. I haven't read a book completely since ages. Not that I don't issue books or anything. I do. But then I just couldn't get myself to read one. (yeah yeah it's weird, i know) Now, I wait for Brisingr. Cheers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;yeah now="" i="" can="" t="" wait="" for=""&gt;&lt;/yeah&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6417258877127930724?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6417258877127930724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6417258877127930724&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6417258877127930724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6417258877127930724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/09/thwack.html' title='Thwack!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-4080737202406324261</id><published>2008-09-10T22:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:49:50.872+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogging for the heck of it</title><content type='html'>Yeah, here I am, doing it again. Got a project deadline tomorrow(supposed to have been submitted today) which I'm finally gonna start tomorrow and submit day after. I am, yes, taking a leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably something shitty to talk about, just look at the title again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, yet again, deduced that Limewire really isn't safe. I mean, if you're dumb enough to download a song that matches your search words exactly and has a really small size, then your computer is gone before you can do just about anything about it. But guys I downloaded movies that looked normal and well sized. Apparently, *one* of them had a virus and my computer refused to stay on for more than 5 minutes, which is a total tragedy coz if takes 3 minutes to boot anyway. Sigh. Sigh. But wonderfully, now it's okay. I had downloaded Dark Knight(kudos), Hancock, Mr. and Mrs. Smith and 50 First Dates. I deleted Hancock and Mr. and Mrs. Smith as a desperate attempt to not destroy the only data I have left on this computer(my hdd crashed *sometime* back). So yeah, overall, not a very good gadget time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, why are people so desperate to make their facebook or orkut or hi5 profiles look good?(Ahem). I mean, how can you be mad enough to ask people to write on your wall, or blah? Really, it bugs me. Quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and a few of her friends landed up at school today. I showed them my class, and started telling them about what all destruction has been taking place, in my class. Let's see-- the top window shattered by a football, the tubelight broken by an empty coke bottle (I still don't believe it happened. But it did), the metal cupboard half broken, broken chairs, etc. Yeah, I love my class. =D Speaking of which, the guys (surprisingly) won the football semi-finals. And now they've got the finals against some Vasant Vihar section. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and Lakshay were the SOTM's last month. We couldn't help laughing at Namya and KK(funny pair, and yeah, this month's sotm's) who had to do all the answering when the glass got broken a few days back and when, today, the tubelight did. Thankfully no one got hurt. Seriously thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The supposed doomsday today. Ha! We didn't study at all in the last period, some people were constantly talking about how and why they didn't want to die. But, when I think about it, I really won't mind if the entire world dies. Or if the entire world continues to live. It's only when some one person dies that u actually feel bad, right? Only that then whenever life comes back to earth, or anywhere else, the poor dude's are gonna have to start from scratch. I mean, who knows how long it will take them to realize that there could be something like the WWW? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-4080737202406324261?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/4080737202406324261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=4080737202406324261&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4080737202406324261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4080737202406324261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogging-for-heck-of-it.html' title='Blogging for the heck of it'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6124306298533528075</id><published>2008-08-30T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:29:34.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkL9GlJsDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1HmLecp9Pqs/s1600-h/IMG3655A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkL9GlJsDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1HmLecp9Pqs/s320/IMG3655A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. That it my study table. Now you know what it was to clean it this morning. And for once, I mean "cleaning" cleaning. Not just nick-the-stuff-somewhere-else cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6124306298533528075?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6124306298533528075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6124306298533528075&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6124306298533528075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6124306298533528075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-table.html' title='My Table'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkL9GlJsDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1HmLecp9Pqs/s72-c/IMG3655A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7365697168301316246</id><published>2008-08-30T13:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:44:31.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guitar II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBZxHCQ5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Re-0j4zt3gI/s1600-h/DSC_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBZxHCQ5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Re-0j4zt3gI/s320/DSC_0625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;That, people, is my guitar... Fire wouldn't make a nice name! Don't u *think* it should be better named? Though I sorta dropped the idea.... Ahem.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7365697168301316246?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7365697168301316246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7365697168301316246&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7365697168301316246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7365697168301316246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/08/guitar-ii.html' title='Guitar II'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBZxHCQ5I/AAAAAAAAAlE/Re-0j4zt3gI/s72-c/DSC_0625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5007291854078962422</id><published>2008-08-30T13:43:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:43:45.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some nice pics II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;The blogger won't fit more than 4-5 at a time, so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBNwAFS9I/AAAAAAAAAkk/LQyIY2Yhnkc/s1600-h/DSC_0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBNwAFS9I/AAAAAAAAAkk/LQyIY2Yhnkc/s320/DSC_0766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBOOqWoeI/AAAAAAAAAks/-zvSpZKrIw4/s1600-h/DSC_0770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBOOqWoeI/AAAAAAAAAks/-zvSpZKrIw4/s320/DSC_0770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                A ranjigadha bouquet didi got for mom... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBODh2fXI/AAAAAAAAAk0/L81Fl3JrSUk/s1600-h/DSC_0778.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBODh2fXI/AAAAAAAAAk0/L81Fl3JrSUk/s320/DSC_0778.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The flower is not of this plant. It just sorta fell on it.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBODsvdrI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9i0pkrxwy7o/s1600-h/DSC_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBODsvdrI/AAAAAAAAAk8/9i0pkrxwy7o/s320/DSC_0789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5007291854078962422?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5007291854078962422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5007291854078962422&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5007291854078962422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5007291854078962422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-nice-pics-ii_30.html' title='Some nice pics II'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkBNwAFS9I/AAAAAAAAAkk/LQyIY2Yhnkc/s72-c/DSC_0766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8550411615145036473</id><published>2008-08-30T13:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:41:34.948+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Nice Pics..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I basically clicked loads of pics from didi's SLR camera(it's awesome) when she got home on Rakhi. The camera, unlike other digicams, can focus on a single object rather than focusing on everything. It's got a hundred other cool features, which I really didn't care to know about. I just started exploring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkAtVTWbLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oBVnf3omli0/s1600-h/DSC_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkAtVTWbLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oBVnf3omli0/s320/DSC_0725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkAtRsYx2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/NAB2matCUVY/s1600-h/DSC_0727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkAtRsYx2I/AAAAAAAAAkM/NAB2matCUVY/s320/DSC_0727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I found them in a plantpot downstairs.. Never noticed 'em before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkAto4VUhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/u_2yeTLBow0/s1600-h/DSC_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkAto4VUhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/u_2yeTLBow0/s320/DSC_0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkAtqCPsDI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CMMSrSVSYQE/s1600-h/DSC_0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkAtqCPsDI/AAAAAAAAAkc/CMMSrSVSYQE/s320/DSC_0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8550411615145036473?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8550411615145036473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8550411615145036473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8550411615145036473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8550411615145036473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-nice-pics.html' title='Some Nice Pics..'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SLkAtVTWbLI/AAAAAAAAAkE/oBVnf3omli0/s72-c/DSC_0725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7646842258333611944</id><published>2008-08-25T18:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:13:56.502+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remember me, people?</title><content type='html'>So after my blog was removed twice from my desktop's history, here I am, posting again. Unintentionally, I ended up literally meaning the title of the post. It was unbelievably bugging how many people read my blog, and even worse how many told me that they did AFTER I stopped updating. Sheesh, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been so much going on, I hardly know what to write. Accepted, that's a lame thing to write in a post, specially since I'm updating after such a long time; but that's the simple truth of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. My sister got me an Ipod Nano 3G, which is pretty awesome though it did make me get over the apple-products-are-so-breathtakingly-cool thing. Funny, but yeah. It's like now I'm finally finding flaws in Apple Products. About time, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my NCO money and I treated my family to dinner and got a new mobile. You guys quite obviously don't even know that I lost my old phone sometime back. And since then I've been using &lt;a href="http://www.welectronics.com/gsm/Nokia/nokia%203220b.jpg"&gt; this &lt;/a&gt;without the back cover, which caused Ashutosh to ask me, "Driver ka mobile hai kya?". I got so frustrated with it that I got &lt;a href="http://www.fly-phone.com/phones/2080/"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt;. Some say I'm crazy about fly mobiles, but hey, I got that for 5300 bucks, which was under my budget. And I so totally love it. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing: I realized I like the colour red quite a lot. Maybe I'm noticing it all of a sudden because it sorta stands out or maybe I've started liking it. Blue and black, of course, remain my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. Lets see. I'll most probably be going to Jamshedpur for a programming competition, which I think is way cool. And I'm really happy that I'm going. It'll mean missing the math monday test, which is sad; I mean, I get to miss a monday test and my luck choses math? Sigh. And it's SST the week after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm gonna take off now. Feels good to be back...=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7646842258333611944?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7646842258333611944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7646842258333611944&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7646842258333611944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7646842258333611944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/08/remember-me-people.html' title='Remember me, people?'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6663160031376846468</id><published>2008-07-05T21:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:54:07.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll stop here.</title><content type='html'>So well I was reading Fermat's Last Theorem by Simon Singh. Nice book, till now. Pythagoras, though, seems to me like a retard for actually drowning one of his pupils for suggesting that irrational numbers might exist. The guy had some sorta proof that they did, and Pythagoras didn't like them (I think because of their uncertainty or something equally stupid) and got him drowned. Weird. Mega Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The guy who proved the Fermat's Last Theorem after 3 centuries or something, was Andrew Wiles. And the title of this post is what he said after writing the last line of the proof in front of 200 mathematicians. Somehow, I like this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the freaking middle of my exams, I'm here, blogging. After quite some time. I can quite say I missed blogging. I've been downloading movies(that's right, sadly) and oh boy they're huge. For instance, I downloaded the Simpsons Movie(300 MB--which by the way is pretty small for a movie, but it took long nonetheless) and it was totally worth it. It's just so funny. I never enjoyed the simpsons episodes *much* but the movie is, well, great. "Spider-pig, spider-pig"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I downloaded this movie called "Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street" which was an officially weird movie. I mean, alright, it's based on a true life story and blah, but somehow this was a movie that didn't seem too good. It's got Johnny Depp playing Sweeney Todd, who by the way was a serial killer of some sort. He was a barber; he'd call people to his saloon and then slit their throats while shaving their faces. And it's got the female who played Bellatrix in Harry Potter. But yeah the end was, I might say, boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Aamir, too. Dunno why people think it's an "awesome" movie. I found it somewhere between good and ok. Same for Sarkar Raj, though I liked it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, that's a lot of movie talk, ain't it? Oh Dear Lord. Time to write another post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6663160031376846468?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6663160031376846468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6663160031376846468&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6663160031376846468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6663160031376846468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-ill-stop-here.html' title='I think I&apos;ll stop here.'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-2511058157212473360</id><published>2008-07-02T22:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T22:23:48.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I hate it when things like this happen</title><content type='html'>They don't happen usually. But I hate it when they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-2511058157212473360?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/2511058157212473360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=2511058157212473360&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2511058157212473360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2511058157212473360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-it-when-things-like-this-happen.html' title='I hate it when things like this happen'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5482993553451905676</id><published>2008-06-21T21:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:26:00.535+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm back. After a trip to Mussoorie and a totally unplanned one to Bangalore, here I am. I wouldn't have posted these pics had it not been for that comment "Your blog". It sorta reminded me that er my blog existed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0sT2z2toI/AAAAAAAAAec/T50dby9BMIU/s1600-h/IMG3779A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0sT2z2toI/AAAAAAAAAec/T50dby9BMIU/s320/IMG3779A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214372663207048834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Nayan's dog with er hairclips. Imagine if that THING jumps on any poor creature. I was the victim. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0sT7eeOsI/AAAAAAAAAek/SC1M13CP14I/s1600-h/words+and+beyond,+designed+by+betty+while+sitting+in+the+comp+lab+during+exun....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0sT7eeOsI/AAAAAAAAAek/SC1M13CP14I/s320/words+and+beyond,+designed+by+betty+while+sitting+in+the+comp+lab+during+exun....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214372664459541186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was what Sobhagya made in my math register when I was in the computer lab during exun 2007... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0sUEEqK-I/AAAAAAAAAes/cbVguZc6ww0/s1600-h/without+the+heading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0sUEEqK-I/AAAAAAAAAes/cbVguZc6ww0/s320/without+the+heading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214372666767191010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My class... The crossword got erased from the desk though.. Sad, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0qok1BSUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/XDmqRJl0-Oc/s1600-h/IMG3903A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0qok1BSUI/AAAAAAAAAd0/XDmqRJl0-Oc/s320/IMG3903A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214370820134095170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mega tragic car.. How can anyone sit in it?!?! I took this from the &lt;ahem&gt; auto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0qoimhJeI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ufAW7b6PmtY/s1600-h/IMG3957A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0qoimhJeI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ufAW7b6PmtY/s320/IMG3957A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214370819536397794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid, eh? Talk about copying, these idiots couldn't even do that successfully.. "Airtail", huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0qozrYS-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/wItJw_DhWmA/s1600-h/IMG4117A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0qozrYS-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/wItJw_DhWmA/s320/IMG4117A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214370824120191970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's in Mussoorie.. It was the highest flat point near our hotel... Quite a trek, and it had rained in the morning, so it was all the more slippery... And all the more fun... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0qo8ZMvrI/AAAAAAAAAeM/N3grLiSA6lc/s1600-h/IMG4233A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0qo8ZMvrI/AAAAAAAAAeM/N3grLiSA6lc/s320/IMG4233A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214370826459856562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:) A 3 storey car parking in the middle of Mussoorie.. Nice... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0qozuN0RI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZQd0dsToIMQ/s1600-h/IMG3687A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0qozuN0RI/AAAAAAAAAeU/ZQd0dsToIMQ/s320/IMG3687A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214370824132088082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a really funny thing.. See, we got this Sudoku in Maths Lab... Now I like them, so I started working at it. Sobhagya found my concentration very amusing and well she started laughing at it. A few minutes later, I realized that Aribhit, Namya, Pragya and Sobhagya were laughing at something else. Aribhit asked me for an eraser. It was obvious he had it with him. I asked back for it, looking around for my pencil box, which was with Sobhagya aka Betty. I got THAT after 10 minutes. It's my pencil box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about all the names I have.. I mean, there are loads of monkeys out there who keep on giving me names.. Some of them I don't mind, but some are hideous! Anyway, here's the list-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sakshi (Ah)&lt;br /&gt;2. G**g* (No way am I disclosing those *)&lt;br /&gt;3. Bunty (Sadly, I fell for Iraj's joke)&lt;br /&gt;4. Soumya (Sad Joke. Really bugging. Which is why some people refuse to call me by my actual name.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Brazilian Rain forest (General name for me, namya, chhavi)&lt;br /&gt;6. Jungle on the head (Refer to 5)&lt;br /&gt;7. Oye (That's how some people who, it seems, have sworn not to remember my name, call me)&lt;br /&gt;8. Nerd (Sigh. Why! I don't work enough to, ahem, get that title)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any additions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bye for now... I got, stuff. To do. Ta da.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5482993553451905676?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5482993553451905676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5482993553451905676&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5482993553451905676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5482993553451905676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SF0sT2z2toI/AAAAAAAAAec/T50dby9BMIU/s72-c/IMG3779A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-2469675250628730961</id><published>2008-05-26T21:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-26T22:01:10.031+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wet.</title><content type='html'>So I went to school today. To finalize *ahem* the presentation with Vishesh and Anand. Can't deny, it's shitty(oops).&lt;br /&gt;8:30&lt;br /&gt;I just managed to get an auto. I was supposed to reach school by 9. 1 hour journey. Shit. Late. I talked to Anand, who was going to be late as well. I thought I'd meet a pissed-off Vishesh at school when the two of us reach late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00&lt;br /&gt;I reached half-way, and then I saw the black clouds. Nice wind. But since I was in an AUTO and I didn't want to get wet, I hoped that it doesn't rain.&lt;br /&gt;Which is exactly what happened.&lt;br /&gt;That's the moment Vishesh called up from his HOUSE, saying that he's starting now. Brilliant, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:20&lt;br /&gt;I was wet. Totally wet. It was pouring er cats and dogs. I got off the auto, and ran inside. A stupid guard was standing holding this really huge umbrella. Pointless though I was, I asked him if I could borrow it for some time. He gave me a very scared look, and then I ran inside, swearing to kill him soon. (Later though Vishesh and Anand said something about two horns out of that guys umbrella. :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:40&lt;br /&gt;After roaming here and there and wondering why I always come early even if I'm late, I finally met Anand. My mobile was slightly wet. And half the keys weren't working. It got quite amusing, all the effort I had to do to call... Thankfully the keys got Ok after 20 minutes... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to Mussoorie on 29th. Should be fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-2469675250628730961?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/2469675250628730961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=2469675250628730961&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2469675250628730961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2469675250628730961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/05/wet.html' title='Wet.'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6836817629274140843</id><published>2008-05-25T21:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:24:25.669+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Advise?</title><content type='html'>I need a name. For my guitar. It's red and black. I thought of er "saphira" :P but it's not blue. And I thought of "red fire" but it's not er.. fire-type....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6836817629274140843?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6836817629274140843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6836817629274140843&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6836817629274140843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6836817629274140843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/05/advise.html' title='Advise?'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5672144026429145598</id><published>2008-05-24T21:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:57:22.909+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SDhA53XeT-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Jj57E3aTFw8/s1600-h/IMG3823A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SDhA53XeT-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Jj57E3aTFw8/s320/IMG3823A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203980732285734882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from my house... During the lovely rains... Felt so good to put a bean bag under the awning(spelling?) and read a book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SDhA53XeT_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/RAUnwu1hCrI/s1600-h/iraj+climbed+up..+remember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SDhA53XeT_I/AAAAAAAAAMI/RAUnwu1hCrI/s320/iraj+climbed+up..+remember.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203980732285734898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iraj. He tried to open the window when one day it was raining heavily outside. "Khadoos" substitution teacher was standing outside. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5672144026429145598?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5672144026429145598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5672144026429145598&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5672144026429145598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5672144026429145598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-more.html' title='Two more.'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SDhA53XeT-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Jj57E3aTFw8/s72-c/IMG3823A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8762991857291788964</id><published>2008-05-24T21:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:51:20.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SDhAYXXeT9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/cbHC4ywCvWE/s1600-h/IMG3882A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SDhAYXXeT9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/cbHC4ywCvWE/s320/IMG3882A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203980156760117202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blurred for obvious reasons. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8762991857291788964?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8762991857291788964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8762991857291788964&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8762991857291788964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8762991857291788964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-haircut.html' title='My haircut'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/SDhAYXXeT9I/AAAAAAAAAL4/cbHC4ywCvWE/s72-c/IMG3882A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5204790572418343362</id><published>2008-05-18T21:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:58:32.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And it happens again</title><content type='html'>So well, the summer vacations have yet again, started. Though I knew I needed a break, the idea of a 1.5 month break feels sad. I might sound totally insane, but I'm gonna miss my friends. One very irritating thing is that I hardly find anyone online. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day was *totally* boring in the beginning, I was so sure I'd kill everyone of my classmates by the end of it. I went out of the class out of sheer boredom, and when I got back Vatsalya told me that Iraj and Saksham drew my comic portrait on the whiteboard. They gave it the heading of "Bunty, the PIG" and wrote "1993-2008 RIP"(Rest In Peace). Totally aghast, I went up to the board where they were busy making other people's portraits. I was laughing madly when they made Ashutosh's (I think, or it was some other guy) and instead of Rest In Peace, they wrote "May his soul play football" =D. I had to take my revenge which is precisely why I drew Saksham's portrait on my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 periods were a chaos. We probably had to go for SUPW, but after the maths teacher/REP took half the period, we decided not to go. And then AG and I chucked water on the people in our neighbouring class. Muhahaha. They didn't realize it was us. All they saw was water shower from the partition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I and Vatsalya couldn't help starting a paper ball fight. As I later said "I wouldn't meet these donkeys for a month.... Had to have a good fight". It was total embarrassment though. My aim is truly the subject of laughter, and I really can't blame anyone. How my shots get deflected by 45 degree, I do not know. And to think of it I can play basketball...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging round with Pragya at the end of the day, I went back for the Programming Finals. Surprisingly, there were 7 teams. 1 team didn't turn up, I think and there were 2 extra ones. Yet again, surprisingly, the competition was good. I and Anand managed to do questions worth 110 points. The team that came first though, (Karanveer and Pranshu) managed to do questions worth a hundred points but they were ahead of us in time. That was coz I was stupid enough not to read the entire paper in the beginning, and the 50 marker, which was amazingly lock and shockingly simple, was attempted in the end. The time left was also counted, so we came second by 40 marks. Karanveer's team got a 300, mine got a 257 or something. The team that came third managed a 130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it was fun. It feels so good when you yell "ATTEMPT"(that's what they do in inter school, here we had to yell "SUBMIT". I felt stupid, first yelling "attempt" and then "submit" just for the sake of it. :P) knowing that you're gonna get it right and clearly not feeling useless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it ended, I walked out of the school, wondering how many people would have been idiotic enough, like me, to stay back on the last day. I had prepared myself for facing an empty GR-bus. But I didn't even "face" the GR-bus. Apparently there had been some announcement about GR-buses not plying that day. Obviously no announcement can be heard in my class. Feeling a lot more happy(traveling in an auto makes me feel independent and er good) I called namya and went to her place to collect a book from there. Surprisingly I met Iraj too and then got back to my place by 5. It was horribly hot in the auto and the only realize my mood was good when got back was coz I was on the phone throughout the journey and coz I got myself a bottle of cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept from 5 to 9, saw tv from 9 to 2, slept till 10. Then went to Nayan's (the girl :P) birthday party. Saw Chronicles Of Narnia, it's decent enough, kiddish though :) . And in the past 2 days I've only watched TV or chatted or talked on phone or read Alex Rider(thanks a bunch namya, its a nice book)&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir now people. I think I've bored you enough. ;) Sorry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5204790572418343362?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5204790572418343362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5204790572418343362&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5204790572418343362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5204790572418343362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/05/and-it-happens-again.html' title='And it happens again'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-348590094941692045</id><published>2008-05-03T19:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T19:44:07.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10th Grade</title><content type='html'>It's difficult to say how much I'm liking it now. I mean, sometimes the day ends really well, sometimes its more boring than anything in the Universe(probably including a Vogon Poem, or any of the other stuff talked of in H2G2).&lt;br /&gt;Here's some of the stuff that's been happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`~` Iraj and Lakshay drank 9 litres of water on Wednesday. It started with Kopal's bottle, actually. She asked them not to finish her water, which is why they did so. Then her comment that went something like "you can finish the entire class's water" made them try it out. I couldn't help laughing when, in the beginning of the double maths period, the teacher refused them permission to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`~` My tongue slips a lot these days. I was saying "you don't have the guts to bunk" and well, switched the g and b... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`~` Our class people used to chuck paper balls on the fan, and then feel amused the way it got deflected. The new trend, however, is to chuck *Food* at the fan. In the break. And guess who gets hit by a bread full of butter despite the warning? Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`~` The eco classes. Seriously, the teacher doesn't know a thing. About how to control the class, etc. I mean, alright, we're a naughty class, but paper ball fights aren't successful in any other class except this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`~` There was a time, in 8th grade, when I'd erase anything scribbled by anyone on a table in my vicinity. Now I scribble my time away during boring classes. Take geography and english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`~` Vatsalya got a few tooth extractions done. Sadly, none of her incisors are missing. But when she laughs out loud, a canine appears missing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`~` I've got a pretty busy week, really. Tomorrow's the Vidya Mandir exam, on Monday a SST monday test for which I haven't started studying. On Wednesday, a JSTS mock interview. On thursday, I've got my assembly and my sister leaves for USA(thus i'm going to the airport) and EXUN eLITE on thursday and friday. So I'm finally gonna be relieved next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now. My sister's coming home with her friends(2nd year got over)... Gotta clean up my room for safety reasons... :) Au revoir..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-348590094941692045?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/348590094941692045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=348590094941692045&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/348590094941692045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/348590094941692045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/05/10th-grade.html' title='10th Grade'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7844029818623862700</id><published>2008-04-15T21:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:16:20.295+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when I finally start liking the PC classes, our class gets shifted to the other end of the school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I had started liking those classes. They give an open feeling and its generally nice. And I finally discovered 3 things that could prevent me from dozing off in boring classes. One- eat food. Two- Figure out C++ programs' logic. Three- Make videos of the person sitting next to u.&lt;br /&gt;After classes we'd roam around and the wind wasn't exactly hot, it was tolerable enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now. We're in HB. Basement. The guys are actually happy coz they get to play rugby(that's what they think) in the back of the class. But now I'm in the center of the class, and I can't do anything other than write C++ codes. That too rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess who's bugged. Nikita. She's suicidal coz she totally hates the PC class. And she misses her old one(our classes were switched).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off,&lt;br /&gt;Irritated and Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Chandrika sat in front of me today. Her hair covered half my table area. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7844029818623862700?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7844029818623862700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7844029818623862700&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7844029818623862700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7844029818623862700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/04/zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6128746346632937589</id><published>2008-04-08T19:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:31:21.631+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For once..!!!</title><content type='html'>For once, I actually have something to show off about. I mean, that's rare. Ok, so here I go(if u get irritated, stop reading coz in this post, I ain't gonna stop)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I got a rank 8 in NCO!!! (Level 2)&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I got rank 6 in JMO.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I qualified the JSTS level 1. But so have many complete dorks, who cheated like shit. And because of those dorks, some good people didn't qualify. Which is why I'm irritated. But then I'm more surprised that I got through. I, who probably got a ruddy zero in biology.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I got a guitar. And it's way cool. It's a Hobner guitar, red and black. My first guitar home tuition is on Thursday. And yesterday I downloaded the "happy birthday" guitar tabs from the net, and I played it. My very first song on the guitar. It sounded distorted, but hey, it's a start..&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I got a cycle. And I think I've already lost the keys. Another problem, is that, the entire world thinks that every girl loves pink. Or at least the BSA cycle people do. Ladybird is the only cycle for girls, and the only colour they give is pink. And different shades. But it's really comfortable, so I took the light pink (with a tinge of purple) after mom promised that she'd get it coloured black or blue soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; I had a terrific weekend. Hardly anything to boast about, but it was perfect. Friday was namya's birthday, probably the best time I've spent with my friends. There were a lot of people (Namya, Pragya, Iraj, Lakshay, Sobhagya, Deepika, Vatsalya, Sonia, Chandrika, Shreya, Arti and I). And the weather was great, so after eating stuff and playing a truth and dare(where everyone chose dares-- can't forget Ms. Rasgulla) we started playing basketball. Then it got windy, and then it started raining. And we went on playing basketball. ON and ON. For an hour. My team won, I did 7 points. Ha! And then, we went back to Namya's place and shwoered and got back to our school clothes. Some people left. Some of us went to Iraj's place and ahem, saw a few videos. And then I sat in an auto at 6 and got back home at 8. A lot of traffic. And twas cold too, the wind. So I had a cold. But twas all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night mom, dad, didi n I went to India Gate and walked there for half an hour. Slow walking, the wind was great. :) My cold got worse.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I got the gutiar and cycle. Yay..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So well that'll be it.. Today was quite entertaining too, frankly... :) Bye now, I'm in a great hurry..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6128746346632937589?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6128746346632937589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6128746346632937589&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6128746346632937589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6128746346632937589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-once.html' title='For once..!!!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6849713171647493429</id><published>2008-03-31T18:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:27:55.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally, the Eight Things Tag Thingee</title><content type='html'>Sorry People, but well, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eight Things I am Passionate About:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My friends- Might sound dramatic, but I really love all my friends(and family).. It's hard to imagine what I'd do without them...&lt;br /&gt;2. Maths- You can't say u didn't see this coming... Maths is brilliant, totally.. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. My iPod, mobile, desktop- the three important gadgets... They keep me alive!&lt;br /&gt;4. My class- I didn't include this in friends coz well, not everyone in my class is a friend.. But if given the opportunity, I doubt if I'll even want to remove a single person from my class... Be it the dorky guys or the pink-loving girls....&lt;br /&gt;5. Fun- this covers up a lot of things... The weird PJ's I go through everyday, the way things turn out, the way some people just make mundane things fantabulously entertaining....&lt;br /&gt;6. Life- I mean my life.. As a friend had said, I'm lucky coz I've got great people around me.. My parents, my friends, my, well u get the idea.. I love my life and I hope it stays like this.. "Like this" isn't in reference to time, but the fact that people around me should always be the same... I don't make much sense, do I?&lt;br /&gt;7. Music- it just fills u up, doesn't it? Even if u sing as bad as a frog, the joy of singing is irreplaceable... Music always manages to relax me out..&lt;br /&gt;8. My Memories- i value those a lot... Namya and Pragya and Sobhagya know better.. And whenever I feel low or am unbelievingly angry at someone, I like going through all the memories I've bothered to write down.. And then all the time wasted in doing so feels worth it.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eight Things I Want To Do Before I Die:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Read the very-fat-hindi-story-book that nana got me for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;2. Try a new hairstyle(it should do me some good. not that i don't like my hair now)&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop biting my nails.&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch all the funny movies.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave my room untidy at the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;6. Stay up late at night and actually study.&lt;br /&gt;7. Read all good books, specially those where I get the 'get-out-of-my-sight', 'do-i-know-u', 'read-it-now!' look from Namya.&lt;br /&gt;8. Achieve atleast half my dreams(which I'm no way gonna write here. For public survival.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eight Things I Say Often:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nowadays at least)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sup?(only to hear namya say the ceiling. irritates me to no end)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ma'am, my bag is missing... !!&lt;br /&gt;4. No, I will not let u finish off all the ice I carried in my bottle all day.&lt;br /&gt;5. Chaaaat!!! (referring to people)&lt;br /&gt;6. What tune should I whistle?&lt;br /&gt;7. Ummmmmmmmmmm....&lt;br /&gt;8. Pop(I make that sound with my mouth :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eight Songs I Keep Humming All Day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ankur Tiwari- Sabse Peeche Hum Khade&lt;br /&gt;2. Euphoria- Ab Na Jaa&lt;br /&gt;3. Nickleback- This Is How You Remind Me&lt;br /&gt;4. Linkin Park- Runaway&lt;br /&gt;5. Weird Al- Constipated&lt;br /&gt;6. Greenday- Time of our Lives&lt;br /&gt;7. Lifehouse- Whatever it takes&lt;br /&gt;8. Dido- White Flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eight Things That Attract Me To My Best Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have different "attractions" to my best friends... Nonetheless, I'll list them all.. Eight of them, rather...&lt;br /&gt;1. Common Sense- Even though it's quite uncommon, my best friends thankfully have some sense. They don't talk rubbish and well, they're normal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Humour- Maybe it's just being with them that makes things much more funny. But then that doesn't happen after a geography class. But they generally can make me laugh at any situation.&lt;br /&gt;3. They don't bitch about people, and are generally nice.&lt;br /&gt;4. They don't leak out my secrets.&lt;br /&gt;5. They advise me well, and are generally concerned.&lt;br /&gt;6. They come up with all sorts of different stuff at all sorts of weird times. Trust Iraj to do that, at least.&lt;br /&gt;7. If I tell them something wrong I did, the are-you-mad expression doesn't last long--they tend to help me out soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;8.They make me feel home. They make me feel good. And cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as far as the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight people who should do this tag&lt;/span&gt; are concerned, I'm gonna follow the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;likhne-main-kya-jayega&lt;/span&gt; policy&lt;br /&gt;1. Namya&lt;br /&gt;2. Sobhagya&lt;br /&gt;3. Vatsalya&lt;br /&gt;4. Anuj&lt;br /&gt;5. RG&lt;br /&gt;6. Weird guy 1 who might be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;7. Weird guy two who might want to take place 6.&lt;br /&gt;8. Some XYZ person who's wondering why I'm going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there u go. I finally finished this.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6849713171647493429?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6849713171647493429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6849713171647493429&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6849713171647493429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6849713171647493429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-eight-things-tag-thingee.html' title='Finally, the Eight Things Tag Thingee'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-1120712079014260996</id><published>2008-03-26T22:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:27:06.124+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Printer Error!</title><content type='html'>I was taking the printout of my Political Science book. And well, my printer went hay-wire. Take these pics, for instance. I think all u people should be able to figure out the error. Ahem.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R-p_s2aWeFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ngJKcT1SUUY/s1600-h/IMG2921A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R-p_s2aWeFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ngJKcT1SUUY/s320/IMG2921A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182094729740187730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R-p_tWaWeGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5LRdacdwvSg/s1600-h/IMG2926A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R-p_tWaWeGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/5LRdacdwvSg/s320/IMG2926A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182094738330122338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I plan to do Sampoorna's tag on the weekend. I hope. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-1120712079014260996?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/1120712079014260996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=1120712079014260996&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1120712079014260996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1120712079014260996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-taking-printout-of-my-political.html' title='Printer Error!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R-p_s2aWeFI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ngJKcT1SUUY/s72-c/IMG2921A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7572808659324645794</id><published>2008-03-16T20:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:49:08.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Speaking Of Contrast...</title><content type='html'>I saw Ratatouille and Mithya this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ratatouille was good. It's the story of a rat, who wants to do something different and well, likes to cook. And how he ends up being a cook is what the entire movie is about. Good one, great time pass..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mithya, on the other hand, was bad. Pathetic, I'd say, without any intention of over-estimating. It's a lot like Don, only that one might say it's more realistic. Ranvir Shorey is a don and a struggling actor(sub-actor, rather). So this group of gundas who had a panga with the don kill him and replace him with the other ranvir shorey. It's just that in this story, the fake one actually gets scared and er, ends up having an accident. That's really a lot more likely of what'll happen to u, if someone makes u replace the most dangerous don in the city. But twas stupid, the movie. What were the TOI people thinking before giving it 3 and a half stars, I do not know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And friday proved to be the most boring day in 10th class. Totally. We had the drums going on in the football field coz they were having some Tamanna School practice, and we had the horns of the cars outside. And obviously the people in my class weren't gonna stay quiet.. And the teachers were teaching at a louder volume... Imagine it, exaggerating as much as u can, coz that's what happened when the thing went on till the end of the day. I was almost banging my head. Oh no wait, I did bang my head. As Fred once said it, I did this once, no twice, no - all day!!! (alright i'm not good at this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7572808659324645794?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7572808659324645794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7572808659324645794&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7572808659324645794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7572808659324645794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/03/speaking-of-contrast.html' title='Speaking Of Contrast...'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-2146926634322978890</id><published>2008-03-10T20:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:06:25.220+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Someone help me here!</title><content type='html'>Who am I? A weird curly haired girl who can go on talking on the phone for hours. Or even on chats. Or face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so irritating, even if I want to talk to someone I can't think of anything to talk about. Honestly. And that bugs me coz I know that I'm not the only one getting bored becoz of that, the people around me are, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going mad? (jokes apart haha) Or has my brain become so slow that it can't think of anything entertaining? Oh shit am I gonna die as boring personality who no one wants to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Now u know why I haven't been writing posts. Can't think of anything. Any clue whats happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I know this post sounds really traumatic and exaggerated, which has been done purposely. Maybe to convey the scenario in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-2146926634322978890?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/2146926634322978890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=2146926634322978890&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2146926634322978890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2146926634322978890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/03/someone-help-me-here.html' title='Someone help me here!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7860251571667307064</id><published>2008-03-03T22:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T22:43:49.945+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10th grade!!! Ooohhhhh...</title><content type='html'>Not becoz of the boards. But it felt weird nonetheless. First day, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 10 grader. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got the PC block. It's ahem, different. Weird thing number 1: the guys run out after every period to er, the science park and the swings. Yup, that's what they did today. LG came back, beaming and said that he broke one of the swings. The people really didn't know what half the equipments were in the "science park"(yeah yeah as if that's some sorta rocket science) and in the end RJ ended up cheering when the others were abusing him. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing number 2: It smells er, weird!&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing number 3: It gets muddy way too quickly. All u need to do is go out and then come in.&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing number 4: As Iraj said, u can hear the cars from outside. That's irritating.&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing number 5: I'm on the ruddy front seat! :(&lt;br /&gt;WTN 6: WTN 5 wasn't totally my fault. We had a , er, deal malfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the weird stuff about the class. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well the day our exams got over, which was surprisingly just 3 days ago, I went to adventure island. It was serious fun. Honestly. Then I came back ALONE in metro. My very first one. It got slightly weird. Maybe coz it was the longest time in a metro-40 whole minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Transformers(yes anuj I did; and it's pretty good though one thing I didn't like was the alien part), Ocean's Eleven(-.- breathtaking movie, at least i thought so), Ice Age 2(=D) and I'm watching Monsters Inc. right now(it's funny :)). And I saw Jodha Akbar yesterday. Surprisingly it wasn't a total bore, I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and.. We got rid of MS and SM! =D&lt;br /&gt;And in case anyone still reads moi blog, sorry coz I haven't been reading ur blogs. Right now I'm fighting a mad urge to sleep. Seriously, since the exams started, I used to sleep in the afternoon, then early at night AND I'd get up late in the morning. Before the exams, I used to sleep for 6 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Good night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7860251571667307064?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7860251571667307064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7860251571667307064&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7860251571667307064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7860251571667307064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/03/10th-grade-ooohhhhh.html' title='10th grade!!! Ooohhhhh...'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-1528436698922448168</id><published>2008-02-20T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:38:53.632+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I think I'll remember..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R7vD9IBbn8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/VhjCijXK63M/s1600-h/IMG2572A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R7vD9IBbn8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/VhjCijXK63M/s320/IMG2572A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my sanskrit P.C. Now can u imagine what the sanskrit classes are like? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but this post has been made for er the sake of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-1528436698922448168?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/1528436698922448168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=1528436698922448168&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1528436698922448168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1528436698922448168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-ill-remember.html' title='I think I&apos;ll remember..'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R7vD9IBbn8I/AAAAAAAAAIc/VhjCijXK63M/s72-c/IMG2572A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-1643886659005652767</id><published>2008-02-07T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:55:00.554+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Class Idiosyncrasies</title><content type='html'>Honestly, my class is weird. And I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back, I found a screw(how, is a long and boring story). Though it is stupid and totally PJ-ish, I decided to ask a few classmates if they have lost anything. Their screw, that is.&lt;br /&gt;Reactions were funny(When asked, "have u lost something"?)&lt;br /&gt;Lakshay: &lt;em&gt;Haan shayaad. Kya hai? &lt;/em&gt;With a serious expression.&lt;br /&gt;KK: (Looks around bewildered) &lt;em&gt;Ma'am, they've taken my pencilbox!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaibhav: &lt;em&gt;Kya hai yaar, vaapas de do...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we almost fell off our seats laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, a few days back I signed into picasa web albums, felt so vela.. And I saw a lot of my pics on it.. So I deleted soem of them.. Only to realize that those were the pics that I put on my blog.. So if u go on the archives now, u might NOT be able to see some of the pics. Not that anyone would be interested enough to go to the archives. And I'm just too lazy to upload them again so blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nowadays people have finally realized that our exams are coming near and we see reducing number of students.. It's fun, actually. Coz then even teachers like MS tend to give u free periods. And allow iraat to sing songs dedicated to guys. And allow the AM-VG jokes(Vatsalya's gonna kill me. Oops)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just saw Sunday. Sunday the movie. Twas not exactly my idea of a good movie. Let's see. Aisha Takia's acting/etc wasn't too good. It's about a forgetful girl who, one fine day, wakes up to realize that she doesn't remember what happened yesterday. She completely forgets about the existence of the day before, that is yesterday. Then all sorts of weird people start claiming that they know her, and duh, someone's after her life too.&lt;br /&gt;They tried to create a ruddy good mystery, only that it didn't work. In the end of the movie, I was quite frustrated. Arshad Warsi and his friend(Some Imran guy, I think) were good. Comedy people. :)&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it's worth seeing only if your eye-lids want to get permanently stuck to the eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, the above line was probably none of the worst "jokes" I've ever cracked. Alright, I've done worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've had a lot of fun with the mobile recently. Like today, I played songs at full volume(which sadly wasn't much) when the teacher wasn't there.. :) And there are a few other thing's we've been doing too... Hopefully I'll post something about IT soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt endings are weird.. Therefore, on a formal note, Ciao...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-1643886659005652767?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/1643886659005652767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=1643886659005652767&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1643886659005652767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1643886659005652767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/02/class-idiosyncrasies.html' title='Class Idiosyncrasies'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5742745465929189078</id><published>2008-01-31T20:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:32:03.305+05:30</updated><title type='text'>57th, I mean, the 58th...</title><content type='html'>Happy Republic Day.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that its been five days since the 58th(about the post title., it's assembly related and a sorta long story which isn't exactly amusing) republic day, I'm writing a post on it, as u might have figured out by now.&lt;br /&gt;Just so that u guys know, I'm not exactly in the best of moods right now. So lets just simply write this out quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I, to general astonishment, came 2nd(I mistook it for 6th in the beginning) in Bhaskara(it's a maths thing) and won a cash prize of 1200 bucks. So I decided on treating my family with *my*earned*money. We went to the India Gate and saw all the lighting.... It was my first time and it looked good, honestly... Then we went to this place called "Chonas"(trust me, I was not too happy with the name, for it reminded me of something, er.. ), where I cannot deny, the food was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was ready to give a treat to anyone for the next 2 school days. Thankfully not many people knew about it, so I didn't get bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting a headache now, been sitting here for hours. Therefore I conclude my most boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. JSTS over. I sorta don't believe it. Nor did I believe the fact that it's only in Delhi, not a national thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5742745465929189078?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5742745465929189078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5742745465929189078&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5742745465929189078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5742745465929189078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/01/57th-i-mean-58th.html' title='57th, I mean, the 58th...'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-4713674699645811613</id><published>2008-01-27T11:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:24:33.599+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Counter Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="3" rules="all" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="5" class="title"&gt;Top 20 search phrases:&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;How many:&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Phrase:&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;37&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;sakshi gupta&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Sakshi Gupta&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;wedding surprises&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;t&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;aribhit&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;tushar raheja&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;sanskrit speech&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;pragya sakshi&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;gupta wedding&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Sakshi gupta&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;abha chona&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Sakshi gupta, punjabi Bagh,Delhi&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;girtyz&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;sakshi wedding&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;"sakshi gupta"&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;mjkps&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;sakshigupta&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;sakshi&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;bharat ki aakhri chai ki dukan&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;"sobhagya jose"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, this is weird. Aribhit? MJKPS(for heavens sake, it was the school that got me into exun), Bharat Ki Aakhri Chai Ki Dukan(the tea shop right before the no-man's-land in Mana village, near Badrinath), Abha Chona(WHAT!), Sanskrit Speech(sob, that one was tragic)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="3" rules="all" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="title" style="width: 200px;"&gt;           Unique visits         &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td style="width: 100px;"&gt;           2142         &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td class="title"&gt;           Total number of hits         &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;td&gt;           3242&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-4713674699645811613?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/4713674699645811613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=4713674699645811613&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4713674699645811613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4713674699645811613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/01/counter-says.html' title='Counter Says...'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-4938315692470587622</id><published>2008-01-22T17:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:23:19.988+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><content type='html'>Alright, I know that is a weird way to say "Look who's here" or "Hey I'm Back", but right now I need serious help. Because my mom suddenly felt like making green chili pickle for us. And the entire house smells of mustard oil, which is something I hate. My eyes are watering too.(No complex meaning here, it's happening plainly because of the mustard oil.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's  see why I'm back now. Probably the line "I couldn't resist" explains my condition well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. We had our bio pracs today. It was ridiculous, really. The teacher came to the lab 10 min after I entered. There were 4 specimen lying there(standing, rather). Moss(after some debating, I was proved correct, it was moss), the Bony Fish-Rohu, a pigeon and something weird which to my shock was spirogyra(I had no clue it looked like that, frankly speaking) labeled as A, B, C, D. We(I, rather) didn't discuss the characters and blah. Then came the others and the teacher. She took about 20 minutes to make us settle(it was thankful that everybody turned up, coz when I announced in class, they said that they won't go for it and that it'll be the best thing to do), constantly shouting at the indiscipline of our class(yay yay yay!) and that she'd give us all zeros(yeah right, I'm scared). Then she distributed sheets, each of which one of the first four alphabets of er english language ahem written on them. All we had to do was write stuff about the specimen. I got the fish. :) The guy next to me got the moss, and the idiot didn't even know the spelling of "funaria"(which btw is the genus of moss), and I dictated him his entire thing. Sigh. But in the end, considering that I started studying plantae in the bus(yes anuj I did) and animalia after I reached school, I really did get frustrated. All she asked me was that damn fish. But yeah, I was glad too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we've got our assembly coming up. Sigh those practices have got bugging. And we've got to wear a kurta pajama. Even the girls. Excuse me, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after wasting(or enjoying) the entire time when I thought I'd type a post in chatting, I'm signing off.... Au revoir, and I hope to er be back soon.. Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just editted this post.. Ahem.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-4938315692470587622?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/4938315692470587622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=4938315692470587622&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4938315692470587622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4938315692470587622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/01/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8684013525780375237</id><published>2008-01-08T21:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-08T22:04:08.377+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quick Updates</title><content type='html'>Hello People.. As I mentioned lately, I haven't been very keen to blog about anything.. Today, for probably the first time(or is it the second?), I'm blogging for the sake of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;So here is the shortest form of what all has been happening in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;":" School's reopened. And I feel really sleepy coz I slept for 12 hours during the holidays. Now I'm down to 7.&lt;br /&gt;":" I've been made the Student-Of-The-Month. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Honestly&lt;/span&gt;. Why Why Why! And today, ze first day was a bad one. Funny Bad though. :)&lt;br /&gt;":"I tried to have internet access on my mobile but it truly didn't work. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;":"I got a 2-GB Pendrive! Yay!! :P&lt;br /&gt;":" We're getting an LCD tv and Tatasky(it is quite cool). Dunno whats happening. :)&lt;br /&gt;":" I've got a power increase(decrease, actually, coz mine's got to a higher number, negative though). So now finally both my eyes have the same power.&lt;br /&gt;":" I checked out this book y this astrologer, Bejan Daruwala(fine, it is a funny name) but he's quite famous and mom gets his book every year. He writes er astrology stuff for every year for every zodiac sign. I was quite awed to see that the "characteristics" he writes about all those zodiac signs are actually very right.&lt;br /&gt;":"I can't think of anything to write.&lt;br /&gt;":" I saw the Grudge, by the way. It's not all that scary. But yeah, I did scream tat the first scary scene. After that though, swati did screamed twice. Ha. But I guess the only thing that didn't scare me out was that the story was dumb. If I ever get to see a logical horror movie(if there is one) then I might just end up getting actually scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8684013525780375237?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8684013525780375237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8684013525780375237&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8684013525780375237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8684013525780375237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/01/quick-updates.html' title='Quick Updates'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5135578200162367468</id><published>2008-01-03T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:59:07.075+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Creepy</title><content type='html'>Here is the list again:&lt;br /&gt;(searches done by people where Google listed my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="3" rules="all" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="5" class="title"&gt;Top 20 search phrases:&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;How many:&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Phrase:&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;30&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;sakshi gupta&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Sakshi Gupta&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;4&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;wedding surprises&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;sanskrit speech&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;girtyz&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;Sakshi gupta&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;sakshigupta&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;"sakshi gupta"&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;aribhit&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;tushar raheja&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;sakshi&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;gupta wedding&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;"tushar raheja&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;sakshi  wedding pictures&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;a m gupta&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sakshi namya pragya iraj saksham lakshay sampoorna anuj prachi shivam viraat kk zain&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;gupta wedding blogs&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;roorkee pics&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;vatsalya blog&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td&gt;1&lt;/td&gt;     &lt;td&gt;FIT+Sakshi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I've highlighted is honestly creepy. Please tell me who's done it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5135578200162367468?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5135578200162367468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5135578200162367468&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5135578200162367468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5135578200162367468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/01/creepy.html' title='Creepy'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5424960278284569979</id><published>2008-01-03T12:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:30:08.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Zodiac</title><content type='html'>I saw the movie. And oh man, it was boring. It's a real story about this anonymous killer who er kills people. Ahem. And there's this reporter(cartoonist, rather :P) who's obsessed with Zodiac(that's what the killer calls himself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked out the ratings on imdb and they were good. But the movie was long and slow and boring. Therefore I didn't like it. I started playing games on my mobile(I agree its lame, but HEY, I finally crossed 17000) when we were halfway through the movie. Didi slept off too. Ashesh n Amrisha(cousins) saw the whole thing(they thought it'll be a waste of time if we start another movie and they wanted to know who the killer was). In the end though, they didn't reveal the killer. I know I've spoiled the fun for a lot of people, but u need to know this else u might just chuck ur CD out the window. Apparently the killer wasn't arrested in real either. Overall, not a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of the extra long(maybe not, twas 2:30 hours. But as they say, when u get bored time crawls) movie, we couldn't watch another one coz everyone felt sleepy. So now I'll have to watch all the scary movies we got all by myself. And keeping in mind that I will totally freak out, probably I should wait for Swati didi to come back from her hostel. I've got Saw, The Grudge, Slither, Pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My sister got me a monthly planner. Scary, eh?&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I know this post is short by my standards. What's happening to me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5424960278284569979?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5424960278284569979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5424960278284569979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5424960278284569979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5424960278284569979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2008/01/zodiac.html' title='The Zodiac'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-2439847589907859476</id><published>2007-12-20T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-20T23:18:58.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>I hate yawning, though I do love Sleeping. And I'm yawning like anything right now. It's a warning, I might just deviate from the stuff I want to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went for ACCESS(Modern BK) and I got some stuff cleared out=&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I suck at programming.&lt;br /&gt;'If I start a question, I should NOT jump to the other within 5 minutes just because I get an error.&lt;br /&gt;'Getting the logic is easy, but getting a logic that'll work and is logical is tough.&lt;br /&gt;'Going for programming without knowing all functions causes pure embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;'I can get better at programming.&lt;br /&gt;'Hot Coffee helps when u have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. So much happened that I really don't know what all to write and where to start from. Sigh I sound so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I(We :P) came third in programming. Just coz they gave us a bonus question to do, in the end, which was on fibonacci sequence. That was like a life-saver, really. They had 2 hours for programming, and not one attempt till 1.5 hour. So they gave these bonus questions. My sister, on the other hand, was ready to strangle me when she saw the questions. She said that only 2 of them were decent questions. This is exactly why I'm not even thinking of putting the questions on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzing was bad though. Honestly. 3 teams out of the qualifying 7 for the finals were from RKP, and none of us won. Sigh Sigh Sigh. I felt like choking Dhananjay when he pointed out: "Out of the 4 losing positions of the 7 finalists, DPS bags 3!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dhananjay, he got treated like an outcaste by Aditya Jain and Sameer because of me. "If looks could kill, I'd be an extra-concentrated ghost". Can't fully blame me though, he was praising Ankur Bannerjee. I thought he was some IT guy, before I realized that we was a student in DPS VK. I slipped out the fact that he praised the guy before realizing the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anuj showed me a few episodes(or parts) of Simpsons on his video ipod(80 gb, way cool). Hilarious, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, Aditya Jain, Aditya Grover, Anuj, Vishesh, Dwarkesh, Sobhagya were there. On the second day, A. Jain, A. Grover, A. Somani, Anand, Vishesh, Anuj, Varun D., Varun N., Dhananjay, Ajay, Sahil, and probably more people were there. An entire bus full of people. Anuj, Anand and I walked to the field and sat down at a deserted end to prepare for the finals of JQ. You can't blame us, the auditorium got noisy and irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wanted to go for Audio Edit. Sobhagya and Varun were supposed to, but Varun kinda backed out. Sobhagya got freaked out, alright. Finally Jain went with her and they came third too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the *best* part is that *we* got the *OVERALL TROPHY*... yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the *holidays* have *started*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I *bugged* coz I've lost my *mobile charger* and that's the data cord too, so in short my mobile's dormant right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really want to sleep now.. Good-night... "-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-2439847589907859476?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/2439847589907859476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=2439847589907859476&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2439847589907859476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2439847589907859476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-3871189983210964560</id><published>2007-12-15T23:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:25:31.039+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mid december</title><content type='html'>Well, not exactly. Coz december does have 31 days. Anyway, cutting out my pj's, it's mom's bday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Noida. Had lunch at a family friends place, where (I dare to admit) I got bored like anything. A few phone calls saved me from dozing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraj and Namya had gone to Rashtrapati Bhawan(the school people had asked for any 2 volunteers per section) and Iraj told me the story. Apparently he felt very hungry and thirsty and went to the kitchen and had some biscuits and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the malls in noida. So there's this shop on the 2nd floor of centrestage mall. It's just so cool-funky-creepy. It's like some sorta battered place and it's kinda cool. I really can't be expected to describe the shop on my blog, coz the stuff I remember would have to be, er, censored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Great India Place. Maybe coz I finally found the book on Murphy's Laws! and Dude, where's my country! Yayyyyy!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. So good night "people". Or neem. &lt;i&gt;What's with me and bad jokes nowadays!?!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dad said he'd get a discount at this really cool restaurant where we went for dinner(long story about the discount). Later on, when asked why he was grinning so hard, he told us that the discount got completely canceled by the sales tax. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3871189983210964560?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3871189983210964560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3871189983210964560&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3871189983210964560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3871189983210964560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/mid-december.html' title='Mid december'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8887552469714151490</id><published>2007-12-15T11:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-15T11:17:59.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Princess Lands</title><content type='html'>Remember when some Thailand Princess had come to our school? At that time, I had made this for the cover of the folder that had to be presented to her. I'm good!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R2NothF3AsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aPi67_WMDLw/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R2NothF3AsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aPi67_WMDLw/s320/DSC00910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144070330573587138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koch_snowflake"&gt;koch curve&lt;/a&gt; on the top and bottom. And calligraphy!&lt;br /&gt;I wasted 2 hours on the goddamn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8887552469714151490?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8887552469714151490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8887552469714151490&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8887552469714151490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8887552469714151490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/princess-lands.html' title='The Princess Lands'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R2NothF3AsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/aPi67_WMDLw/s72-c/DSC00910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5580271566033285339</id><published>2007-12-14T21:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:59:54.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh man....</title><content type='html'>Honestly. Who the hell cares about pastures? And the history teacher goes: "You're gonna find this interesting". Oh now that's a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started writing(alright fine, criticizing) about the class on this not-so-small-piece of paper. Starting with me writing about the tragic fact that the pigeons never created distraction when u wanted them to(honestly, they always make noise when the monday test is on. what happens to them when boring classes are on!?!?) to Shivam writing about his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haath ki safai &lt;/span&gt;(it was funny. he had kk's wrist band, naman's tiffin, saurabh's watch, and these guys had no clue that their stuff was with shivam) to Sobhagya and Vatsalya making my cartoon versions and writing "nerd" all over. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can't deny, it was fun. I've seriously never enjoyed a history (and geo :P) class that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R2Kt3RF3ApI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oLS6UH8xeKg/s1600-h/IMG0092A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R2Kt3RF3ApI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oLS6UH8xeKg/s320/IMG0092A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143864889402917522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one... Though somehow, my hand was really dry(I think I should listen to mom and apply cream) and the pen stopped working after I wrote that out. Embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R2Kt3hF3AqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/flSPvj8zZRA/s1600-h/I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R2Kt3hF3AqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/flSPvj8zZRA/s320/I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143864893697884834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is probably the most vela thing I've ever done. Ok, it isn't. I made a pair of specs on a peanut thing and kept it on my pillow cover and clicked it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since didi's left her laptop, I saw some F.R.I.E.N.D.S episodes. Hilarious! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to go. Short and weird post. That's me! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5580271566033285339?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5580271566033285339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5580271566033285339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5580271566033285339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5580271566033285339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-man.html' title='Oh man....'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R2Kt3RF3ApI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oLS6UH8xeKg/s72-c/IMG0092A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-2826320549681749427</id><published>2007-12-12T21:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:18:39.379+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Be a man!</title><content type='html'>This video is honestly hilarious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qtrAMK7_Qk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qtrAMK7_Qk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Russell Peters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-2826320549681749427?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/2826320549681749427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=2826320549681749427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2826320549681749427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2826320549681749427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/be-man.html' title='Be a man!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-9019106894044627023</id><published>2007-12-12T17:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:53:08.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The club is dissolving</title><content type='html'>"Words and Beyond" is a club started for the voracious reader and ingenious writer. Started with the intention of deciphering and using the language, it hopes to bring back the passion for reading, writing and exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a member. It's not exactly an honour, ahem. But still. Another reason added to my list of "Official Bunk Permission Granters".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobhagya Jose, "founder member and president" hates the phrase "the club is dissolving". Which is exactly why we use it all the time. It's unbelievable that I've forgotten who said it for the first time to her. Nonetheless, we had an extempore on Tuesday. Twas fun till the teachers(judge and "mascot" :P) landed. I felt like strangling the "mascot", she actually made me serve tea to the judge. Sigh. And a got a free lecture! Oh wow.(trust me, tons of sarcasm intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So I ran off after one period of the "extempore". Twas a free period in class. To no one's surprise, the boys ran off for football. Sadly the substitution teacher was AT, who doesn't like seeing a half-empty class. The guys were called back(announcement from HM's office, I think). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's gone to IIT Bombay and won't be back before 22nd. Sports meet. Sigh. She took my iPod with her. And today I FINALLY managed to upload stuff on my mobile(songs, mainly) and transfer the pics from the phone to the computer. I feel just so proud of myself, sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno why, but all of a sudden all the teachers have started realizing that we haven't had any smart classes since the beginning of the semester. Not that I find them interesting now. It's bugging moving to some other class just so that u can sit and stare at the computer and hear what IT has to stay. But can't deny, they do tend to get funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths smart class was tragic. Somehow Lakshay ditched me. The plan was to hit Iraj but in the end, sigh, he paired up with him and hit me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing. Why does every person have a grudge against my hair? Honestly. I know they're haywire and very weird, but excuse me, u gotta stop sometime! Look at Zain, who keep on placing pen/pencils in my hair. The tragic part is that they get stuck. Then if I sit in front of Iraj, Rohan or Shivam, they say: Sakshi, ur hair has dandruff as big as paper balls. It's obvious that they throw the balls in my hair. Then a follow-up comment comes up, which goes like: No, it's not paper balls. It's the eggs of some bird who's made a nest there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, funny. It really does feel like everyone is out of idiosyncrasies to do. So voila, they annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite annoyed with Saurabh. In the middle of a class, clearly unaware(or so he pretends) that many could actually get what he's saying, he asks:"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sakshi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mobile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;"? I mean, have some sense. Now he's started a code language, which according to him is foolproof. He starts typing numbers rapidly into an imaginary mobile phone and looks at me questioningly. Really, one doesn't need to know rocket science to figure out what he's asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are a few females in our class. Seriously, the way they react, u'd conclude that they firmly disagree with the live-and-let-live policy. Dunno why they think they can be cool by giggling very loudly, or by talking to each other with typically-dumb attitude in front of a teacher, making sure that everyone in the class notices them. They need serious help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm annoyed with quite a lot of people. But just a small note to everyone, I may get annoyed but I won't break down/get depressed/get actually mad or frustrated. Ever heard of that happening to an optimist?(I'm a self-proclaimed optimist :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I end here. Goodbye people. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There's this guy called Michael Moore, who's written a book called "Dude, where's my country?" where he criticizes George Bush etcetera. He's angry, and he's hilarious. And I think the book should make a good read to anyone who'd bother to finish it. :P&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. I like writing P.S. Did I ever mention that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-9019106894044627023?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/9019106894044627023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=9019106894044627023&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/9019106894044627023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/9019106894044627023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/club-is-dissolving.html' title='The club is dissolving'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7498816409290306668</id><published>2007-12-10T16:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:12:10.128+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Picnic</title><content type='html'>And so we went to the Millennium Park on thursday. Why it is called so, I have no idea. I don't even know why the school people did the effort of taking us that far when they could have easily taken us to Nehru Park. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a long journey. Or maybe I thought so coz it wasn't exactly entertaining. Though I still do find chewing gums amusing. Specially the blowing bubbles part. And the amazing thing was that none of my friends know how to do it. So they stared at me for sometime. Sigh. It did get VERY embarrassing when my extra large bubble burst and got stuck to the tip of my nose. And it got VERY annoying when Sobhagya and Vatsalya started poking their fingers into it. It had my saliva, for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. When we got there, I was not very surprised to see couples in every nook and corner. I mean, of all the places, why does every couple find a public park only? Later on, we came to know that one of the ladies working there, in the garden was running after the guys of our class with her gardening-instrument held like a knife or something. The way the guys imitated Naman was hilarious. Apparently, while playing football, they hit her son. Really tiny guy. And so the mother wanted revenge, sigh. I over-heard KK going something like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woh janta nahin hai main kaun hoon&lt;/span&gt;". Excuse me? KK is so completely the last guy one would expect to hear something like that from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, the seating arrangement was completely different. Girls on the last seat(I was there too but it got just way too crowded so I moved in front), guy in the middle and the girls on the front seats again. Twas fun. Coz the females on the last seats sang songs. The typical shut-them-up ones. The guys even tried to quieten them by giving them 6 bucks(after muttering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chillar nahi hain &lt;/span&gt;for sometime...). But sadly it didn't work. The amusing part were their comments. :) But later on, I heard the resorted to bad language. Sheesh, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the weekend. Maths Olympiad on Sunday. I thought I'd come home and study. Mom said that we'd go to meet didi and have lunch somewhere near IIT. That was fine. I could finish off the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shitty &lt;/span&gt;animalia of biology in an hour. Though it so happened that there was more to mom's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The olympiad was good, for the first time in my life, sigh. Very good infact. After that, we had lunch. Then we went to SN(Sarojini Nagar) and did shopping there. I got cool stuff for myself, so I didn't mind that part. But the part I mind was that I got back home at 5. I sat down to study at 5:30, and finished bio in an hour(really badly though). Then, around 7 I came to know that people were gonna turn up at my place for dinner. And mom said that I'd have to entertain the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like banging my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out to be quite nice, I guess. The "kids" were decent IQ people, thankfully. The people left around 9:30. I got back to work, and after a tedious half an hour of bio(again) I realized that I had forgotten just about everything(exaggeration intended). Nonetheless, I dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the test was ok I guess. I got particularly annoyed because the questions in bio were easy, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, and computer lab, I got back to class only to realize that the pigeon(in case I never mentioned, a pigeon managed to make a nest in our class by breaking on of the tiles of the roof) had ahem, dirtied my seat. Thankfully we found an empty one. Though I really dunno how I'm gonna sit on that "shit" tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I need to go. Au revoir people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If any of u haven't heard any of the Weird Al parodies, u're missing out on good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7498816409290306668?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7498816409290306668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7498816409290306668&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7498816409290306668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7498816409290306668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/picnic_10.html' title='The Picnic'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7485198274335445067</id><published>2007-12-08T20:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:21:02.547+05:30</updated><title type='text'>That's me!</title><content type='html'>Ok guys, I've lost it. One of my friends sent me this really old describe-yourself mail, and here I am, filling it up for the blog readers(thankfully, I'm not writing "if any" in reference to them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Name:&lt;/span&gt; Sakshi Gupta(if u still didn't know this, get lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Nicknames:&lt;/span&gt; Ahem. Can I censor this one? So lets see. *****, rainforest, brazillian rainforest, jungle on the head, motu, moto(my tutor calls me so. annoying. it's neither hindi nor english)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/span&gt; 25th September :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Place of Birth:&lt;/span&gt; Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zodiac Sign: &lt;/span&gt;Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Male or Female: &lt;/span&gt;Female(quadruple duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grade:&lt;/span&gt; 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt; DPS RKP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Occupation: &lt;/span&gt;student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___My Appearance___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Hair Color:&lt;/span&gt; Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Hair Length:&lt;/span&gt; Short. And doubly short when I get a haircut. The rumour(sadly true) says that after my haircut half the guys of the class have longer hair than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Eye color&lt;/span&gt;: Brown. And I like them that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Height:&lt;/span&gt; 5' 4.5''. Or so said the doc a few(or more) months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Braces?: &lt;/span&gt;No. Thankfully. Else I would've looked like a "pure nerd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Glasses?:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Piercings:&lt;/span&gt; Ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Tattoos:&lt;/span&gt; Nah. Had a temporary one once. The yin-yang symbol surrounded by dolphins. On my right arm. Small. The guy said it'll last for a week but it vanished when I had a bath the next day. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Righty or Lefty: &lt;/span&gt;Righty!! Not much help with the handwriting though. It looks like some sorta ancient reading, no matter how slow or with which hand I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___My 'Firsts'___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. First best friend:&lt;/span&gt; Hmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. First Award: &lt;/span&gt;Oh this one is worth writing about. My parents got the "Best Parent" award in one of my schools. I thought that I had won it. Otherwise, I won a lucky draw once in class 1(we had to collect 21 wrappers of honey-fab(quite a nice toffee) and send it to some guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. First Sport You Joined:&lt;/span&gt; Basketball in my old school. Not that I managed to play it well. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. First pet: &lt;/span&gt;Naaah. Tried to convince my mom for a dog when we went to a family friend's place. They had a lovely dog. Sadly the family friend decided to recount all of her problems with the dog at that very moment. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. First Real Vacation:&lt;/span&gt; I guess trips to Naukuchiyatal, Charata, Badrinath, Bangalore are recent ones that I hope I won't forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. First Concert: &lt;/span&gt;Ahem? I'm a bathroom singer, if that helps. Other than that, I have taken part in many, but none are worth listing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. First Love:&lt;/span&gt; Too strong an emotion. No, I have never experienced it. Unless u count my friends. I am seriously very strongly attached to some and I feel awkward if I don't talk to them everyday. Sorry for these senti words. Hem Hem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___ Favorites___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Movie: &lt;/span&gt;About a googol.. For starters, take What A Girl Wants, Matrix, Shrek Trilogy, The Incredibles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. TV programme: &lt;/span&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S! Full house! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Color: &lt;/span&gt;Blue/Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Rapper: &lt;/span&gt;Eminem's okay..Linkin Park is good.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Band: &lt;/span&gt;Long list again.. Check my blogger profile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Song Right Now:&lt;/span&gt; Tonnes.. Over a hundred, according to my iPod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Friends: &lt;/span&gt;Namya, Pragya, Iraj, Sobhagya, Lakshay, Vatsalya, Sampoorna and many more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Sweet:&lt;/span&gt; Chocolates! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Sport to Play:&lt;/span&gt; Volleyball, Badminton, Football(even though disgusting is an under-estimation to how bad I play the sport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Restuarant:&lt;/span&gt; Surprisingly I have a few names here. Pal Height, Bhubaneshwar is one place I'm not gonna forget. Other than that, McD's! Pizza Hut! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Favorite brand&lt;/span&gt;: I don't think I'm addicted to any.... I like Nike and Adidas.. And I'm definitely not Monte-Carlo crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Store: &lt;/span&gt;As long as they have the stuff I want, Who cares?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. School Subject: &lt;/span&gt;Maths! (ahem) and Computers!(Though I hate SQL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Animal: &lt;/span&gt;None.. Depends, actually. I don't mind dogs as long as they're not scary looking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Book:&lt;/span&gt; Refer to blogger profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Magazine&lt;/span&gt;: RD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45.Shoes:&lt;/span&gt; Sports shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___Currently___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Feeling: &lt;/span&gt;Happy!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Single or Taken?:&lt;/span&gt; Gauranteed single. Forever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Crush :&lt;/span&gt; Officially and unofficially, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Eating:&lt;/span&gt; Namak-Pare. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Drinking:&lt;/span&gt; Water! Somehow I like drinking it sip-by-sip. Weird, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51 Typing: &lt;/span&gt;Duh!!!! What do u think??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Online:&lt;/span&gt; Gtalk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Listening To:&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday by Beatles and Tomorrow by Avril.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Thinking About: &lt;/span&gt;How soon I can get dinner, I'm starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Wanting To:&lt;/span&gt; Eat food! Thought I've already mentioned that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;56. Watching: &lt;/span&gt;The monitor where I'm typing out stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. Wearing:&lt;/span&gt; Clothes not warm enough. Brrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;______ Your Future___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Want Kids?:&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. Want to be Married?:&lt;/span&gt; After an eternity, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60.Careers in Mind: &lt;/span&gt;Teaching, Music Artist(yeah right.), Computer Engineer... Ahem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Where do you want to live:&lt;/span&gt; In a house. :) I accept that I just cracked a PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Car: &lt;/span&gt;A small and cute one. I'm not fond of big cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Have you ever______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. Kissed a Stranger:&lt;/span&gt; Weird. Why would I do that? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. Had Alcohol? :&lt;/span&gt; Naaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80. Smoked: &lt;/span&gt;No. Nor do I intend to. It contains rat poison, for heaven's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81. Ran Away From Home:&lt;/span&gt; Nah. I hope I don't have to either. I have a tendency to feel hungry after short time intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82. Broken a bone: &lt;/span&gt;No. Once, though, I kinda had a bone that was too long or something. It was a sort of lump on the opposite side of my palm(Damn, I can't recall what it's called)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. Got an X-ray:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Even when I didn't know what it was. I went, "hey, what the heck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Been with someone: &lt;/span&gt;Taking the meaning as dating, No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. Broken Someones Heart:&lt;/span&gt; I don't think I'm capable of doing that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Broke Up With Someone:&lt;/span&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. Cried When Someone else cried:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. Once. Twas bad. Since then I've generally tried to be the one who cheers the other person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Cried At School: &lt;/span&gt;No. One record I have till date. Unless u count the time when Namya moved her chair in the maths lab and my little finger got pierced and a tear rushed out by reflex. I was more shocked about the tear than helpless with the pain. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___Do You Believe In___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. God: &lt;/span&gt;Yes. Though I don't worship him everyday. I believe in the fact that there is someone out there to hear me cry and somehow make me feel good about everything... That's my idea of God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;90. Miracles: &lt;/span&gt;Actual magic, no... But situations where amazingly everything gets okay all of a sudden, yes... I think I can say that I've witnessed a few too... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;91. Love At First sight: &lt;/span&gt;No. It's seriously dumb. I don't think that one who has good looks necessarily has a good character.... And in my case, that's what counts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Ghosts&lt;/span&gt;: No way... but I still tend to get scared, sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Aliens:&lt;/span&gt; No...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7485198274335445067?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7485198274335445067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7485198274335445067&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7485198274335445067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7485198274335445067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/thats-me.html' title='That&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6470090055622009678</id><published>2007-12-05T19:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:13:13.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Glitter-glitter everywhere</title><content type='html'>Yeah. That's what happened as the Geography Period started. Lakshay, the idiot, came up to me with powder-glitter in his hand and put all of it on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, anyone who's seen me can imagine what would happen if thousand miniature sized glitter particles are put on my "rainforest". Shaking my head like anything made it worse. Soon, I had gone all glittery. The entire Geography period I was trying to figure out HOW I could get rid of the mess and HOW I could make Lakshay regret. Seriously, taking panga with me is not a good thing. Coz I believe in the policy of revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked Nidhi for more glitter(that's where Lakshay got it from). She said she had only Red. All the better. So I took it. As soon as the bell rang, and SM(geo teacher) started solving the thousand and one doubts that Saksham had, I walked up to Lakshay, with the "thing" hidden in my hand. His first reaction: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dekh Sakshi, glitter daal diyo.. Par maarna mat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had the permission. And the attack. Within seconds, I transferred &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the contents of the small packet on his head. I quickly walked to the dustbin and threw the "fasaad ki jad" away. And then. The O-M-G-Look-what-she-did reaction. And double reaction, coz everyone went Saaaaaaaakshi!!!!! Apparently, no one thought I could do this. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the thing that followed was tragic. Everyone started chanting my name and then to my horror I realized that SM was still in class. She looked up at Lakshay, and he wildly started saying out my name. Git.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is the only good thing about the teacehr not knowing me by face. She went, "who's sakshi?" Thankfully, Pragya and Namya ran to my rescue and started asking SM a lotta questions. I was panicky, shivering(ahem, slightly). Shivam saw my look-o'-horror and said something like "tension mat le". And thanks to my dear friends, the teacher waled out without scolding me! Yayy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, now that I had stopped worrying about getting scolded, I showed off about it. :) Lakshay's scalp had gone red and so had his sweater. The poor guy was all glittery. Sweet Vengeance :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that's it. Got to go for dinner. Au revoir. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6470090055622009678?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6470090055622009678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6470090055622009678&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6470090055622009678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6470090055622009678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/glitter-glitter-everywhere.html' title='Glitter-glitter everywhere'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-4751247780604417789</id><published>2007-12-03T22:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:49:51.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Roorkee Trip</title><content type='html'>In case u guys remember, a month ago I had gone to IIT Roorkee for Dad's re-union. Here are some of the pics...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q15f8mA2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/kvSE4jzFdhQ/s1600-R/DSC01984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q15f8mA2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_zzIC-CeKkY/s320/DSC01984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139792336681042786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic is blurred(yay)(and duh). The wall in the background is the entry-thing of the architecture department. Somehow I ended up liking it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q2yP8mA3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/FSaiHi9HLcY/s1600-R/DSC02101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q2yP8mA3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/QziKIOjfFSQ/s320/DSC02101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139793311638618994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so on the way back, we came across this place where they take out the sugarcane juice and then heat it to make jaggery. I hate jaggery. A lot. But still, it was quite fascinating a procedure. They take out the juice and make it pass through a small drain into a pit. The pit is kinda connected to 2 other pits, side by side. They keep on removing the dirt/etcetera from the sugarcane juice and keep on heating it. It gets darker(and the smell becomes worse) and then finally it becomes so concentrated that it becomes solid(or something). They then make the jaggery-laddoos out of it. The picture above is of one of the pits. The sacs in the background is basically the dirt, which I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; they use as manure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q33v8mA4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/9QCjuw8ZZVM/s1600-R/DSC02106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q33v8mA4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/samVfCiSv1U/s320/DSC02106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139794505639527298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the drain thing in which they collect the sugarcane juice and then open a tap kinda thing so that it moves to the pits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q5Mv8mA5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/YBfQodrdpQk/s1600-R/DSC02023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q5Mv8mA5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/9ydZCsUVlB8/s320/DSC02023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139795965928407954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not kidding. That is the Roorkee library. Centrally air-conditioned, really cool from inside. I won't say that it's as good as the British (Council?) Library though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q5tP8mA7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/7ZkHDbnI00w/s1600-R/DSC02097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q5tP8mA7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/g5NsVR3dOIM/s320/DSC02097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139796524274156466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of this one(sob). The road was pretty, and I tried to click pics. But a lot of them got blurred. Out of frustration, I started clicking the camera key at random, hoping for good pics. And I got this. I'm good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this'll do for the year.(Right. A month left anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight People  (this is the first time I'm signing off saying this. =D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-4751247780604417789?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/4751247780604417789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=4751247780604417789&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4751247780604417789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/4751247780604417789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/roorkee-trip.html' title='Roorkee Trip'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Q15f8mA2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_zzIC-CeKkY/s72-c/DSC01984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-2759947888971650289</id><published>2007-12-03T22:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:20:57.302+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Laws II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Qztf8mA0I/AAAAAAAAADk/IvKui5DmKDI/s1600-R/DSC02044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Qztf8mA0I/AAAAAAAAADk/3dNdCaQck00/s320/DSC02044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139789931499356994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Qztv8mA1I/AAAAAAAAADs/sq58YBqJapQ/s1600-R/DSC02045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Qztv8mA1I/AAAAAAAAADs/Etcj6cEl2HU/s320/DSC02045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139789935794324306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pages of the book. Late update, forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-2759947888971650289?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/2759947888971650289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=2759947888971650289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2759947888971650289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2759947888971650289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/murphys-laws-ii.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Laws II'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1Qztf8mA0I/AAAAAAAAADk/3dNdCaQck00/s72-c/DSC02044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-1385223110803883087</id><published>2007-12-03T22:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:48:42.462+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You-gotta-be-kidding</title><content type='html'>So I got this "How stuff works" kinda book from the school library. Here's what it says about "how to change a daiper"! I assure you, the other procedures weren't as stupid as this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1QyRP8mAzI/AAAAAAAAADc/PS9H__qCLio/s1600-R/DSC02205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1QyRP8mAzI/AAAAAAAAADc/jiltB7lk4Ok/s320/DSC02205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139788346656424754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read 7.&lt;br /&gt;Read 9.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-1385223110803883087?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/1385223110803883087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=1385223110803883087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1385223110803883087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/1385223110803883087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-gotta-be-kidding.html' title='You-gotta-be-kidding'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R1QyRP8mAzI/AAAAAAAAADc/jiltB7lk4Ok/s72-c/DSC02205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-3400241797273853714</id><published>2007-11-30T19:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:55:33.944+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why</title><content type='html'>It feels bad. Feels bad when you start wondering if your friends deserve to know something about you. Feels bad when you wonder whether they're cheating on you, or doubting your character. Feels bad when they plainly act as if you don't exist. Feels bad when someone you trusted proves to be a back-biter. Feels bad when you lose a friend. Feels bad when people take you to be an emotionless soul. Feels bad when you have to hide something from a dear friend. Feels bad when you have to pretend to be blank about something just because you can't tell a friend about it. Feels bad to see a dear friend feeling bad about something, specially when u know u can't do anything about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3400241797273853714?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3400241797273853714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3400241797273853714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3400241797273853714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3400241797273853714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/why.html' title='Why'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8537485125799241279</id><published>2007-11-28T19:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:22:50.044+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Geography lab</title><content type='html'>Well, that's how we wasted a geo period yesterday. Talking about a geography lab, which our teacher found highly amusing. Though according to her description, it had "models" and the "internet" for resources. Right. She says the idea of making one in the boys hostel has been proposed. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the scholar badge yesterday. Frankly, I got bored. Very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew a very few people. There were, obviously the five of us from my class, i.e. sakshi-nidhi-deepika-hardika-naman. We tried to solve the crossword(surprisingly, solved half of it. even more surprisingly, twas correct.), talked and talked even though we didn't really have a good topic and cursed a few people. Naman, though, got even more bored. Somehow he didn't want to stick to the 4 girls. I met Sampoorna and Subohi, Anuj, Anurag, Anand, Pallavi and about &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; subject teacher, who went:"still here? scholar badge not started yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 periods passed by. Before we finally got back to class. Things DID get amusing at some point of time though.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today. Seriously, good day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so my classmates did go for their scholar badge(long story: I joined in 6th. Therefore I got a blue blazer this year. My classmates got a blue badge. Weird order and so we had our scholar badges on different days). Their thing was very short though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Maths. People weren't there. 6 of six i.e. sakshi-lakshay-saurabh-nidhi-zain-hardika started cracking pj's. Actual bad ones. Though by the end of it, I really couldn't help laughing. When I told that "joke" to Namya-Pragya-Sonakshi-etc, they almost took off their shoes and started running after me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;P.E. Dunno whats happening nowadays, but I bunked again. Ew, yes, but I had no choice. It's only our class that plays volleyball every PE period, and most of them had their scholar badge. So I took my bag and went to the class people(standing in front of CB block). And then twas fun. Apparently, the guys had started plucking "narangis" or the small and sour(yet quite tasty) orange-like things which, ahem, as they discovered, grow in front of D-block. Before I knew it, Vatsalya was running behind me(lets see. Did I mention the &lt;i&gt;name&lt;/i&gt;? :P).&lt;br /&gt;Sanskrit. She is so weird. ALP! X(&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. Sakora came for the arrangement. Not that I know why, but half the people were standing in punishment(not that i'm surprised) when I got back after a tragic attempt of finding the maths teacher.  He made us make a promise to be good children, etc. I agree with Saksham on this, we can try. Promise is a lil too far. In the background, some kinda bread was found where Namya sat. Half of it on the bench, and the other half of that soggy bread was on her skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Geography. Lol. She took us to the blossom's basement for a smart class. Finally. Not that we listened to anything she/the computer said. We obviously did revolt and shout like anything when the background music wasn't working. She then sent KK to call the person. KK, who got a green badge today(new admission), wore his green coat, and was under the misconception that he looked smart. The funniest part was that the blazer had a slit on the backside, and u really wouldn't want to know what the guys made out of it. :P&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked me to check whether the bell for the next period had gone. Everybody asked me to lie. Right. We started moving out anyway though. :P&lt;br /&gt;And prachi, I think something might be wrong with MS. She gave us a free period too! Has the new haircut made her gain some sense? So the guys started playing football(an eternity too obvious) and a few girls started playing ringa-ringa-roses. "what the heck".&lt;br /&gt;Biology. We pleaded and pleaded, and then she finally taught for only 15 min. Which means that she wrote on the blackboard for 14 min, and just summed up everything in a min. It was quite amusing, with the people behind me talking about cricket and misreading every word that the teacher wrote in her scrawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8537485125799241279?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8537485125799241279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8537485125799241279&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8537485125799241279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8537485125799241279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/geography-lab.html' title='Geography lab'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-3380412231455150007</id><published>2007-11-23T21:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:46:05.525+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You can put the blame on me</title><content type='html'>This is not for any thing happening in school. I will so not take the blame for being the first one to encourage the games the boys have been playing recently(too tragic to write about). But surprisingly, nowadays, I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; apologize a lot. Feels weird. Still, it's better to hear "stop saying sorry" than to hear "i did get offended". Though I won't deny that sometimes I miss out saying sorry where I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning. &lt;i&gt;Interesting&lt;/i&gt; is a word I'd use for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to school(voila!). Had to do tonnes of english work. When I finally sat down with (Shashank's, I think) notebook, SA(common initials. hint:sits right behind me. hint for those not in my class: think "class-clown") came and told me to keep on singing the gayatri mantra till the end of the homeroom(the ct makes us sing it 3 times). I really thought that this was done plainly for the sake of annoying. So when she arrived, we started singing. 5 times, I think. After that, the 3 guys sitting behind us(VS, SA, xyz?!?!) tried to continue but had to stop. For some rason, ma'am asked the guys not to sit. It was then that I realized that they were gonna get scolded for the last-period-newspaper-thing. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I got slightly bored in the break today. Namya and Pragya had gone for scholar badge duty(ahem). Walking down from maths lab without them was &lt;i&gt;slightly&lt;/i&gt; weird. I roamed around for a bit, and then went back to do the english work. I really dunno when the bell rang. But there were so many things happening in class(starting from the entire class getting both toi and ht to ahem, people doing weird weird stuff). And before I knew it, the english period was over. The great MS did not land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namya and Pragya came just as the period got over. Sadly we got geo project details today. Creepy. She actually mistook my question thinking that I wanted to submit a project with more pages than given in the limit. Oh dude(dudette, rather), u gotta be kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three guys(?) :P sitting behind me are seriously good entertainment. Though when they resort to PJ's, it gets &lt;i&gt;bad&lt;/i&gt;(Not very though. Better than ze bloodreaper's). Clearly I've got influenced. Here's one I created after the physics jsts class. We studied sound and wave motion. I wonder if it even qualifies as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particle 1:Hey you. The one next to me disturbed me. So now I'm gonna get u disturbed too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This clearly fits for any joke that travels around the class. You might actually find this thing(joke? nah) funny if u think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JSTS was surprising. I like physics. Better than chemical compounds and their uses anyway. Won't deny that it went over my head in the beginning. I went "huh?" when she went on to the z-axis getting effected by the wave motion in x and y axis or something. I can't tell how proud I felt when I understood the example she gave us(of a screw :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unbelievable though it may seem, I had an ice-cream today. Brick hard. It actually made the same sound that a munch/perk makes when u break it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, I'd say that today was a nice day. Quite nice. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3380412231455150007?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3380412231455150007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3380412231455150007&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3380412231455150007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3380412231455150007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-can-put-blame-on-me.html' title='You can put the blame on me'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7985630685798420204</id><published>2007-11-22T20:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:22:18.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shuffle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R0WXdHvvJtI/AAAAAAAAADM/YF4_utAaPYM/s1600-h/shuffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R0WXdHvvJtI/AAAAAAAAADM/YF4_utAaPYM/s320/shuffle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135677476637189842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google Earth Easter Egg or Pure Co-incidence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7985630685798420204?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7985630685798420204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7985630685798420204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7985630685798420204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7985630685798420204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/shuffle.html' title='Shuffle!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R0WXdHvvJtI/AAAAAAAAADM/YF4_utAaPYM/s72-c/shuffle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-3297680300294226841</id><published>2007-11-22T15:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:53:52.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who did it?</title><content type='html'>Well yeah, that's what quite a lot of teachers asked today. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga: The very first period. Classic one. The guys, finally realized that the stage was not a very good place to display their yoga talents. Ahem. So they came and sat down in the line(?). They kept on cracking jokes(yay). So I had entertainment. But the best was when a bee suddenly came from nowhere. Now, some guys of my class pretend to, or really are scared of a bees. Specially one of the size of my eraser(which is a quarter the size of a normal eraser). So, the teacher made this guy Debashish sit somewhere else, or maybe he fled to the other row, quite far off from the bee-boys rendezvous area. The funny thing here was that the bee decided to rush after that fellow. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;And Zain. Apparently every yoga period, he goes and sits near the stage, saying something like my-head's-aching-or-leg's-paining-so-i-can't-do-yoga. Today, all the boys of our class started shouting that he hadn't attended yoga since 2 months. Zain clearly couldn't hear the guys, and thought that the teacher was scolding them. He was grinning to himself before the teacher ticked him off. After which, ahem, we saw him rushing towards the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break: Weird thing. We have the break after the 2nd period. One doesn't even feel like eating anything. I broke my record today, I went to the e-gurucool lab for the 2nd time consecutively. Only to find Vishesh and Aditya and my chem teacher preparing for the assembly, and Anuj checking his email(almost, actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E.: Probably the most boring one I've ever had. We couldn't find the volleyball teacher, and we couldn't find the volleyball. We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bunked&lt;/span&gt; it. Ewwwwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanskrit: Boring. Which is surprising, coz the great teacher didn't turn up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography:I think I know who did it, but nonetheless, by the time our teacher walked in, someone had kept the dustbin lid on the teacher's table. &lt;i&gt;Katta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology: Teacher didn't turn up. I really dunno whether we deserved all that happened. Probably we did. But AM did not. So the girls were outside, and the guys were banging the newspaper(rolled up, fyi) on the desks. Totally unfortunately, A.P., ze civics teacher was teaching(scolding) in the class next to ours. And she got frustrated. She called the entire class, lined us up in J section, and scolded all. Long one. Sadly she noticed that a lot of us were grinning in the beginning. "who banged the door"? "which student of j section put powder on the slide thing so that any teacher walking from the door to the white-board falls"? (bad, i agree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we all walked out of our class which completely shocked faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than bio, the rest was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. One problem. I know my ears are small, but the biggest problem is with the iPod. Whenever I'm listening to songs and I smile, the left earplug falls off. Tragic, eh? Finally Nayan fixed it really hard in my ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3297680300294226841?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3297680300294226841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3297680300294226841&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3297680300294226841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3297680300294226841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/who-did-it.html' title='Who did it?'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-716643427738929153</id><published>2007-11-19T22:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:23:07.472+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Laws</title><content type='html'>Ok so I got this book called "Murphy's laws" at my cousins place. Amazingly hilarious book. In case u guys haven't heard of the murphy's law, it states: if anything can go wrong, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that guy gave a really long proof for it(question in exun. i was laughing at adideva who was jumping from his seat whispering 'murphy's law!' before i got to know that it actually was).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a kinda hurry, but this is what the first page of the book says. Sorry for it's a lil blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R0MCPnvvJsI/AAAAAAAAADE/uH9YRp9f938/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R0MCPnvvJsI/AAAAAAAAADE/uH9YRp9f938/s320/DSC02034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134950467522995906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S. My hundredth post. Finally. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-716643427738929153?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/716643427738929153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=716643427738929153&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/716643427738929153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/716643427738929153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/murphys-laws.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Laws'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/R0MCPnvvJsI/AAAAAAAAADE/uH9YRp9f938/s72-c/DSC02034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-3731111012047145471</id><published>2007-11-19T16:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:09:18.464+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We can work it out..:)</title><content type='html'>I quite like this song... I like it's lyrics too(rare combo!)... This is seriously one of the only beatles song I like.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Try to see it my way,&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to keep on talking till I can't go on?&lt;br /&gt;While you see it your way,&lt;br /&gt;Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out,&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of what you're saying.&lt;br /&gt;You can get it wrong and still you think that it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Think of what I'm saying,&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out and get it straight, or say good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out,&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very short, and there's no time&lt;br /&gt;For fussing and fighting, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that it's a crime,&lt;br /&gt;So I will ask you once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to see it my way,&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;While you see it your way&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out,&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is very short, and there's no time&lt;br /&gt;For fussing and fighting, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I have always thought that it's a crime,&lt;br /&gt;So I will ask you once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to see it my way,&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;While you see it your way&lt;br /&gt;There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long.&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out,&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3731111012047145471?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3731111012047145471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3731111012047145471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3731111012047145471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3731111012047145471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-can-work-it-out.html' title='We can work it out..:)'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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-22485249.post-2137460557165898503</id><published>2007-11-19T15:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:03:09.899+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And that's me!</title><content type='html'>Well, I think sampoorna did this thing too, but nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like:&lt;br /&gt;~*~Chatting/Talking to friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Gazing at the stars and listening to songs(or lying down on the bed with the iPod)&lt;br /&gt;~*~SMS-ing(ahem)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Cracking my knuckles(Seriously, why do people get annoyed?)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Speaking of "annoyed", I like annoyed teachers I dislike. Not that I do it frequently.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Writing blog posts. :P&lt;br /&gt;~*~Sleeping!! (Correction:Love it) :)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Making smileys everywhere. :)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Being with my classmates, it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;~*~Maths lab(no matter how nerdy namya-pragya-sobhagya call me)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Eating free pizzas(which won't happen anymore. We got mess food in EXUN this time)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Watching movies late at night.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Clicking photos(yeah well, i do enjoy that)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Trading songs, etc. :)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Feeling happy and smiling.. Works both ways... :)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Electronic Gadgets. If they are intact, I like the obviously. If not, I like them as long as I have someone(generally my brother) to give me a vague idea about how things work.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Having paper ball/etc fights. Even if I end up doing my own katta due to bad aim. Who cares, its fun!&lt;br /&gt;~*~Reading blogs.(Yes I do!)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Talking away to myself when I'm low. :(&lt;br /&gt;~*~Sea beaches.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Mountain areas.&lt;br /&gt;~*~RAIN!&lt;br /&gt;~*~Asking mom to read my hand/analyze my signature. Yeah, she can do it. Not that I believe much in this stuff. But it feels good when she compliments. :P&lt;br /&gt;~*~ Closing my eyes when I'm tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;~*~ Independent travel! I recently had my first independent auto travel :)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Writing the names of all the students in my class on school desks. Forever! (Yeah, that's my recent mad habit)&lt;br /&gt;~*~The colour blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Probably to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-2137460557165898503?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/2137460557165898503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=2137460557165898503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2137460557165898503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2137460557165898503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-thats-me.html' title='And that&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6100829461813578799</id><published>2007-11-17T11:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:21:35.129+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mac vs PC -II</title><content type='html'>I found some more of these. Here are the highly funny ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvzo390Mthc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gvzo390Mthc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ci2D1ig4df4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ci2D1ig4df4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's on linux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pa1RCg-Ccp0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pa1RCg-Ccp0&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unreleased mac ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mc_uyC_GF3A&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mc_uyC_GF3A&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6100829461813578799?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6100829461813578799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6100829461813578799&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6100829461813578799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6100829461813578799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/mac-vs-pc-ii.html' title='Mac vs PC -II'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5615111755190884822</id><published>2007-11-16T20:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-16T21:24:23.585+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boring? Nah</title><content type='html'>That's a statement I would have disagreed with regarding today i.e. 16th November. Only in the last period did I think that the day was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a weird day, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~ The guys came up with a new game. Similar to the old "aloo" game. They pointed at a guy, shouted "janemann"(never got the logic), and then well, all of them, ahem, jumped on him. From what I heard, the worst things were done to Shashank, Saurabh and Iraj(his sweater, rather).&lt;br /&gt;~*~Aribhit had a fight with the idiotic ST. I don't blame him. She deserved it. Complete katta.&lt;br /&gt;~*~ It so happened that Saurabh forwarded a mail sent by me to Rohan or something. From there, Rohan got the url of my blog, and read the children's day post. For some reason(?), he got the idea that I like Viraat. Now, in case u guys noticed, I gave Viraat the title of the idiot in an ancient post. Without any offense. I officially declare that I have no crush on Viraat. Or anyone for that matter. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;~*~I seriously think that the teachers have a grudge against a few guys. It's like Shivam said, that MS has to scold him in any case. He said that she asked him to change his seat, and he did so. Then, on his changed seat, everyone around him was talking and she ended up scolding him. On another note, today, in class MS(again) commented on why Vaibhav had made such a serious expression. After that, for some completely weird reason, Vaibhav kept on grinning. Then 5 minutes later she asked Naman(who was sitting next to Vaibhav) why he was smiling, to my immense surprise(pragya had predicted the second scolding). Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;~*~I think quite a lot of people are impressed with my mobile. Still, I don't mind showing it off. :P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/Rz2533vvJqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/98uZa8Hj-MU/s1600-h/2400lite_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/Rz2533vvJqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/98uZa8Hj-MU/s320/2400lite_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133463519780349602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~The last period was maths. It was hilarious. Because a paperball/pen/foil ball/etc fight started. Aribhit, Shashank, Saurabh at one end of the class, and Namya, Pragya, Vatsalya, and I at the other end. Iraj was, er, somewhere in the middle. Nonetheless, everyone's aims went haywire. Mine, specially(forgive me if I never ever mentioned my completely horrible aim). I almost fell off my seat laughing a few times. That, my dear friends(or plainly blog-readers), was fun.&lt;br /&gt;~*~My hand writing's getting worse. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Which reminds me of the hand writing competition results. They were very surprising. Devyani 1st prize, Nidhi 2nd prize, Vatsalya and Aribhit 3rd prize. Sadly people in my class found this highly amusing.&lt;br /&gt;~*~I really dunno why my teacher ALP(easy, eh?) has a grudge against me. It's some kinda I-completely-hate-and-loathe-you thing with her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~I actually calculated that I attended classes of only 4 days this month. Sounds Scary.&lt;br /&gt;~*~In case u guys are wondering why I have this list, when half the things I'm writing about are not even related, lemme just say(for now) that I like ~*~ this thing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I gotta go. Sayonara.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've added a lot of links. Please don't tell me that anybody here has a problem if I link their blog to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5615111755190884822?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5615111755190884822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5615111755190884822&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5615111755190884822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5615111755190884822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/boring-nah.html' title='Boring? Nah'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_PiGFtObbPYI/Rz2533vvJqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/98uZa8Hj-MU/s72-c/2400lite_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-369183350314371991</id><published>2007-11-16T19:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:40:49.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mac vs PC</title><content type='html'>You guys seriously need to see this. Courtesy:Namya. It's Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7ReS_ur4Kc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z7ReS_ur4Kc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-369183350314371991?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/369183350314371991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=369183350314371991&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/369183350314371991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/369183350314371991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/apple-vs-mac.html' title='Mac vs PC'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5519975901330908283</id><published>2007-11-15T17:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:57:23.818+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Children's Day</title><content type='html'>I felt like strangling the DJ. Totally. Idiotic Happy Sing. Why did he have to torture us with the punjabi songs? He clearly had the misconception that we liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class proved to be even greater. Seriously, why can't the entire lot dance together? But no, half the girls will have problems with the guys. And almost all the guys have a problem with CS and CA. Which is what tempted me to throw half the water out of the bottle I was carrying on the guys. Sadly, they believe in the policy of revenge. They purchased 10 damn water bottles and continued the water fight. In the end, I was even more grumpy. But now I just cant help laughing over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viraat seriously has a mental problem. After I tolerated the rotten DJ, he started singing "mauja mauja" when we got back to class. I really didn't know what I should have done with him at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, frankly, I got annoyed. Clearly not the best children's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the bus. I was sleeping peacefully(yeah right) coz I was having a bad headache-- dunno why though, I hardly did any head banging(not that I could either, with the extremely bad music). Then, suddenly, Nayan shook me, shouting "FIGHT! FIGHT!". And guess who it was. "Everybody", the 9thie. And may I introduce a new "somebody". The "somebody" is Dhruv, another 8thie(remember something pragya?). It so happened that everybody almost ripped off somebody's neck. Sadly though, I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I start writing the 3rd post for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5519975901330908283?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5519975901330908283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5519975901330908283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5519975901330908283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5519975901330908283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/childrens-day.html' title='The Children&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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-22485249.post-3337586415926450318</id><published>2007-11-14T17:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-15T17:43:05.318+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn"</title><content type='html'>I've been using that phrase quite a lot. The "frankly my dear" part, however, is recent(courtesy:namya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. The Maths Crusade. Details on Prachi's or Sampoorna's blogs. I really won't bother to repeat it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXUN. Here I go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So EXUN was on Saturday and Sunday blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The email/post said: Meeting of all EXUN members, from 7:00 AM to 5:00 PM. The P.S. said: depends on how long it'll take to finish off the work. Seriously guys, thursday was a holiday. =&gt;Sleep ruined. And so I went to school. From 7:30 AM to 7:45 PM. No kidding. And guess what I did.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Cut food coupons and sliced my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Ordered burgers from Mc Donald's.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Played counterstrike and quake. Two nice entertaining games. Surprised, eh?&lt;br /&gt;~*~Ran up-and-down, doing actual work.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Ego surfed with Vishesh and Aditya G. :P&lt;br /&gt;~*~Annoyed the 3 presidents by asking them every few minutes: what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;~*~Saw the EXUN video 3 times in bits and pieces.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Arranged a lot of papers, and even those which didn't have to be arranged.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Made the programming score charts. Oh man, weren't they bugging.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Ate the "Happy Diwali" cake Abha Chona sent. Quite tasty.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Had the mess food on Sat-Sun. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Ran around asking the judges if they wanted anything. The most annoying part was that one of them was my sister. Another annoying incident was when Gudi Bhaiya asked me to get tissue papers, the people had accidentally dropped tea or something. After 10 minutes of fighting with the mess person, who proved to be the ultimate oh-i'm-so-not-gonna-help-u-guy, I managed to steal a few paper napkins from under the food plates. By the time I rushed back to the lab, the things had been cleared away X(&lt;br /&gt;~*~Saw betty irritate Mini. Successfully.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Sent questions to terminals in Swat the bug, with betty drawing the future cover of the "annual magazine of Words n Beyond".&lt;br /&gt;~*~Learned to operate a walkie-talkie. Seriously, I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Confused a lot of people's names.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Witnessed the AVH quizzes, where I ended up banging my head many times. You would too if a team didn't know the full-form of COMPAQ.&lt;br /&gt;~*~Exchanged Manas Bhaiya's and Bharat Bhaiya's names when they started (unintentionally?) calling me by my sister's name. And Manas bhaiya completely annoyed me with his line: you do have cutecurlz.(Not annoyed annoyed. Friendly annoyed)&lt;br /&gt;~*~Called sobhagya on sat morning, to ask her what time she'd be coming to school. The female asked me why she had to come to school. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys. I guess that's about it. I really can't remember much. There have been many more things happening......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3337586415926450318?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3337586415926450318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3337586415926450318&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3337586415926450318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3337586415926450318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/frankly-my-dear-i-dont-give-damn.html' title='&quot;Frankly my dear, I don&apos;t give a damn&quot;'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5384718826918031256</id><published>2007-11-04T16:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-05T15:44:52.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The people</title><content type='html'>The title is so not related to Artemis Fowl. It would be an offense to the fairies if I compared them with these boys. After a lot of pondering, I decided to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Class Guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek Rana&lt;br /&gt;Do I know him? Not much, except for the fact that he's in the football team. Just a class-fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akshay Mewal&lt;br /&gt;He's a weirdo. The don of our class. Sometimes, one might just think that he's not a bad guy. But the opinion changes as frequently as a gold-fish's memory is refreshed. But no denying, he is the cause of half the entertainment we get in class. When he is in class, that is. A class-fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aribhit Mishra&lt;br /&gt;He's a nice guy. It took me a week to understand his name 4 years ago. His way of saying things makes you laugh all the time. He's got a sense of humour. And the poor guy has been the SOTM since quite some time. A good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashutosh Sharma&lt;br /&gt;He's one of the typical boys. Got a sense of humour. A classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debashish Sinha&lt;br /&gt;Refer to Abhishek Rana. Remove the football part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibran R. Rehman&lt;br /&gt;I really never could get his last name. He's in the football team. A class-fellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraj Kumar&lt;br /&gt;This is one really unpredictable guy. But he's sweet, and has a great sense of humour. He loves sleeping, skiing, soccer, music, etcetera...And he's a very very good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karan Kumar&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the funny guys. It feels weird calling him Karan. In case u want to bother to know, he's the guy called KK(but karan kumar is the politest full-form).Though, unlike Iraj, half the time he doesn't realize that he's being funny. He's generally the funny-comment passer. It'll take me quite sometime to forget his "ma'am chandrika goes on slapping children" or whatever it was. Quite a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karan Prabhakar&lt;br /&gt;Since KK joined in, people often call him KP. Though he doesn't like the name, it seems- he hardly responds. One of his favourite time-pass is colouring-painting his own hands with different coloured pens. If you ever sit with him, don't EVER tell him if there is a bee nearby though. You might just get pushed off the seat. I think I can classify him as a class-mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakshay Goel&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was the pj cracker(for sometime). But he's a nice guy. It's a few chats(ahem) that I've had with him that cleared my doubt. Though the tragic part is that he's always asking me for some notebook or the other. He's quite a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naman Chaudhary&lt;br /&gt;Though he is slowly converting to a typical dipsite, he's still a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prateek Sejwal&lt;br /&gt;Weird guy. He was actually hesitating before asking me for a sharpener. A class-fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raghav Arora&lt;br /&gt;According to the stats, he's a popular guy. Two girls of our class liked him. &lt;i&gt;Honestly&lt;/i&gt;. I'd call him a classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan Jolly&lt;br /&gt;Refer to Raghav. Reduce the "two girls" to "one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saksham Agrawal&lt;br /&gt;Refer to Naman. Add his weird taste of songs which either have bad lyrics or a bad tune. Also add his annoying capability to eat one's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saurabh Gupta&lt;br /&gt;He's a very quite guy. The people in our class seem to find his "language problem" very amusing. Surprisingly though, he likes hacking. But he's a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shashank Gugnani&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that this fellow is the most "sudhra-hua" friend in the class. I almost got a heart-attack when I came to know that he hadn't done his homework once. Clearly, these were the effects of our company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shivam Arora&lt;br /&gt;He's a funny guy. The name's Shabri. Somehow he always managed to pass an extrememly funny comment on something or the other. A pretty good classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidharth Gupta&lt;br /&gt;Weird Guy again. Somehow he always managed to turn up when I'm in a great hurry, and speaks as if he's applying all the brain cells and energy in the world(which is to say that he speaks slowly). A class-fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tej Prakash&lt;br /&gt;I hardly know him. Other than a few chats(unbelievable though it may seem). A class-fellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaibhav Agarwal&lt;br /&gt;He's recently been successful in eating my head with that idiotic quiz book that he carries around. Can't tell u how glad I was when he returned it to the library. A class-mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viraat Sarin&lt;br /&gt;So called singing sensation. Sadly he's become a performing as well. Its fun, but embarrassing when he does that in public. A classmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zain Baig&lt;br /&gt;He's given me quite a lot of shocks. Ahem. Ahem ahem. And so on. A friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5384718826918031256?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5384718826918031256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5384718826918031256&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5384718826918031256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5384718826918031256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/11/people.html' title='The people'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-2980899420216988345</id><published>2007-10-29T21:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:31:09.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"The boys will be adversely affected"</title><content type='html'>That's what our class teacher said. After a bad attempt to read out everyone's marks, with just about everyone yelling to one another, our class teacher said in a completely grave voice: "girls, move to your machines. I need to talk to the guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could call this sexism. Or mascularism, if that's a word(not according to my firefox-spell check though). So we moved to our machines. After 10 minutes of constant giggling(from the boys as well, they really couldn't help laughing at certain dialogues), ze CT announced that she'll be changing out seats tomorrow. And the new seats will gravely affect the boys. Yeah Right. Great timing, btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember I said, a few posts ago, that I had the perfect entertainment seat in the class? Really. What is it with the teachers. A tad of entertainment could do them some good as well :P&lt;br /&gt;I won't be surprised if she made me sit with complete idiots. I don't mind sitting with half the guys or girls in the class, but I completely refuse to sit with any kind of psychotic idiot. No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fast. Today. AG came up with an idea. A pretty good one, surprisingly. The idea was to interrupt the class of any annoying teacher, asking if we could have water. Almost all our teachers had kept the fast. Sigh. What shocked me to no end was that even a few, ahem, girls of our class had kept the fast. Two of them, to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why people think that a person should have a pet name. Today, we i.e. Pragya-Lakshay-Namya-Iraj-Sakshi started pet-naming each other. Weirdly though, almost all the pet names started with B. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh god. I keep on getting constant surprises, when I come to know that quite a lot of people I know have read/seen my blog. Recently, KK said something about my blog.. Now that was highly shocking.. :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really do think that M.S. has lost it.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. This M.S. is not a student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-2980899420216988345?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/2980899420216988345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=2980899420216988345&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2980899420216988345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/2980899420216988345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/10/boys-will-be-adversely-affected.html' title='&quot;The boys will be adversely affected&quot;'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8116395601488136815</id><published>2007-10-27T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:33:19.655+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Remember the reviews?</title><content type='html'>Remember, I had started to write reviews of movies/books that I watched/read? Obviously, I stopped after the 2nd post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday. I got tickets for a Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy concert on 4th Nov. Not as good as Akon, but I do like the trio.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Jab We Met yesterday. For the first time I'm suggesting you not to go by the movie's name. The name, I find, is highly dumb. But its a sweet movie. And funny. I liked it. The story line can get dumb at times, and was highly predictable in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't think of anything else to write. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8116395601488136815?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8116395601488136815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8116395601488136815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8116395601488136815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8116395601488136815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/10/remember-reviews.html' title='Remember the reviews?'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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-22485249.post-3353161478136408498</id><published>2007-10-26T14:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-26T15:09:21.582+05:30</updated><title type='text'>They've lost it</title><content type='html'>Oh yes. They have. Here are a few things that bugged me. Or made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Half my classmates::: I really didn't get the logic of crunching and throwing hide-n-seek biscuits at one another instead of eating it. Show some humanity guys. The biscuits are supposed to be tasty!&lt;br /&gt;2. The lecture that followed this::: It so happened that my physics teachers started lecturing us so as to why children do such things. One of them also being bursting of crackers in the school. Where, for some weird reason, Saksham pointed out that when we are asked not to do something, we generally end up doing it. Which is a fact I agree with, but sadly our physics teacher did not. And the lecture went on and on throughout the period.&lt;br /&gt;3. PS::: He threw the football RJ(I didn't realize that his initials meant radio-jockey. but it's a guy i'm talking about) got to school from the 2-and-a-half th floor(well, my class is on the 2.5th floor). Apparently some teacher or the estate office people took it. But, no denying, it was entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;4. Viraat::: He really has what some call guts. When our yoga teacher asked if anyone had any problem, this fella raised his hand. He walked up to the stage and told the teacher about his tonsils. And then, he did the exercise(?) in which he was supposed to sit on his knees, bend forward, take out his tongue(like a dog) and then go aaaaaaa(he just had to say it). We kept laughing for ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;5. Vatsalya::: In the library class, I picked up this book by John Grisham. Pragya said something about Vatsalya having that book I walked up to her, and asked her what she thought about the book. To my "complete shock", she stared at me, and then showed me the book she was reading. Uh-oh. Twas the same. :P&lt;br /&gt;6. Class bunkers::: I never thought that AM could bunk!(It's not Akshay Mewal. I'll be surprised the day he doesn't bunk) But after his Rafael's thing, he didn't come back. That was shocking. I called him later on, and asked him if he had bunked. A got a very quick "no". A little too quick. Later on though, he did confess. :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Fatima Kirmani::: Yeah. It's the hindi teacher. Who sadly is our yoga companion. She's the see-to-it-that-K-section-doesn't-bunk teacher. The only sad part is that she'll send u on to the stage if she sees u talking. And that's where half the boys of our class always are. But it's funny. I recently came to know that when Iraj and some other people were sent to the stage, they were playing odd-eve.&lt;br /&gt;8. Shoma Majumbdar::: I don't care if I've spelled her name wrong. Never bothered to know the correct spelling. She makes u read in class. One person reads out loud. Then, she interrupts just as the person starts to speak. It's generally funny, but it was bugging when I had to read. She used to signal me to start and interrupt just as I managed to say a few words. No wonder we're not able to do more than a paragraph in every class.&lt;br /&gt;9. Shivam Arora::: This was highly funny. Though a tad gross. The english teacher had asked us to write a paragraph on anything we want, illustrating the use of modals.. Half the guys wrote about football(FC, actually)... Vaibhav, surprisingly, wrote about share market. His paragraph was titled "Economic Growth By Sensex" or something. Throughout the paragraph, he had written "this". The word sensex was mentioned just once. I was supposed to collect these essays. Sadly. As I collected essays, Shivam came to me. He apparently wanted to see Vaibhav's essay. He said something like "sex has risen up to 18000". Argh. Before I knew it, he took out his pen to cross out the 'sen' from sensex. Twas funny. Couldn't help laughing. He said: the entire meaning of the paragraph will change if u let me change the heading. I glanced at the paragraph, seeing it from the changed point of view. As I dissolved into fits of laughter, Vaibhav came running up to me, begging me not to give Shivam the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it guys.. I surely do have more people to write about, but the clock's ticking.... Adios..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3353161478136408498?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3353161478136408498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3353161478136408498&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3353161478136408498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3353161478136408498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/10/theyve-lost-it.html' title='They&apos;ve lost it'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-8651269446760913393</id><published>2007-10-24T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-24T18:15:18.908+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And here I go again</title><content type='html'>Well, I just had to post. There are more than a thousand things that I wanna write. Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atul mama was here a few days back. We made apple pie. Yummy. Surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess where I sit in class. Behind Aribhit, diagonal to Vatsalya, with Namya and Pragya, and in front of Iraj, Lakshay and KK. Great seat. There is always some entertainment or the other that we get to see. Take today for example. Apparently, Zain was seatless(i agree. i've never heard the word seatless before). So he landed up behind us when KK was talking to Shivam. And it so happens that KK walked up to KP, Rohan, Viraat, etc and told them that if they help to kick out Zain from his seat, he'd make sure they play the upcoming football match. And then it began. With Zain pushing from one side(so as to be able to fit on the seat) and KK/Rohan/Viraat/KP pushing from the other side, and Iraj &lt;i&gt; and &lt;/i&gt;Lakshay in between, shouting as their bones cracked, the three of us (i.e. namya-pragya-sakshi) really couldn't stop laughing. Not to mention the typical girly-shouts that KK manages to make. It got even funnier when KK and Zain got up from the seat somehow, and KP, Rohan and Viraat were fighting with each other. Lakshay and Iraj were honestly sliced in between. Sad. In the end though, Zain got up. It's a different thing that he came back after 5 minutes. Though this time, before the fight could actually get wild (and interesting), the english teacher landed up. Zain had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the english teacher. She actually changed out seats!!! Only for the english period though. So I sit on the second seat with Sidharth on one side and Shashank on the other. Akshay, Mrignayani and Rohan in front of me, and I really didn't bother to see who was behind me. Pragya, on the other hand, is on the first seat of a different row(sadly), sitting with Lakshay and KP, and Saksham in the adjacent row. Entertainment. Namya is sitting with Aribhit. Entertainment again. But the funniest was, Iraj sitting with Vatsalya. Vatsalya isn't exactly fond of Iraj since he called her er, something(which i do not wish to disclose. security reasons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school was generally fun. But the tragic thing that happened to me most recently was that I lost the central key of my mobile. It was broken and I managed to drop it somewhere. So today i had to operate my mobile with a pair of forceps. And I will have to continue doing this till I manage to find a shop where I can get a new body for my mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I need to go. Been sitting here since a long time. After a long time too. Au revoir people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-8651269446760913393?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8651269446760913393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=8651269446760913393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8651269446760913393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/8651269446760913393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-here-i-go-again.html' title='And here I go again'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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-22485249.post-3174146055036499311</id><published>2007-10-21T14:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-21T14:44:35.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking Back....</title><content type='html'>My apologies. But really. I have been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that badminton and/or jogging in the sports complex, gossiping on phone, listening to songs on the iPod, staybacks at school, and a tinee-winee bit of studying, I really did not have time to update.... Not that I felt like it either.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy dushehra. Today we went to my dadi's place. For the first time, I think, I've attended the puja... Dadaji was writing some stuff in some notebook during the puja, which was a part of the ritual. One of my cousins tried to read it, but couldn't decipher his writing.. So in the end he was announcing that babaji was writing in some foreign language.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post. Yeah. But you could say that I wrote just for the sake of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Check out the boxnet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-3174146055036499311?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3174146055036499311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=3174146055036499311&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3174146055036499311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/3174146055036499311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/10/looking-back.html' title='Looking Back....'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-5848075079384770717</id><published>2007-10-01T12:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:10:49.207+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rendezvous with...</title><content type='html'>SUNITA WILLIAMS!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm not joking. A few days back, I crashed into Subodh Sir. He knows me by face, and asked me if I wanted to meet her. I was a little hesitant, and said that I'd confirm it with mom and tell him on phone. I called him in the evening to confirm and he said that he'll give me the details later.&lt;br /&gt;This thing was supposed to be on the 1st of October.&lt;br /&gt;On 30th, I got a little annoyed at the fact that he hadn't called. So I tried to get Sahil or Dhruv's number. They were the astronomy club heads. I called Aribhit, KK, Ajay and then finally Sahil. He gave me all the details. I could clearly tell that he was shocked to get a call from me.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should have called Subodh Sir as well, but since I knew I was going, I just took the details from Sahil.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, mom took me to the school. As she waited outside, I went in to look for sir. I didn't find him, and then called him on his mobile. A very dreamy voice(aye, that's him) replied that I wasn't supposed to come, and that he didn't confirm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mom was waiting outside. Sir told me that he'd take me if one of the 5 kids who were to turn up don't turn up. I felt disgusted with everyone. Starting with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I called him again after half an hour. He said that the five kids had turned up(damn); but we could try at the auditorium. They might just allow six from our school. So I and mom drove all the way to American Center, in CP.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who were the 5 kids.&lt;br /&gt;Sahil Mathur. Class 9.&lt;br /&gt;Utkarsh Ohm. Class 11. Exun.&lt;br /&gt;Ishan Chugh. Class 12. Exun. Quizzing Club.&lt;br /&gt;Abhijit Das. Class 12. Exun. Maths Lab. Programmer.&lt;br /&gt;Some mayank.&lt;br /&gt;Right. Nice. I started talking to Sahil. Before I knew it,  had to give my mobile and camera to mom. They didn't allow it in there. Thankfully though, they allowed me. :)&lt;br /&gt;We were made to sit in a small room, and not in the auditorium(it was full). They said that they'd show us all that was happening on a plasma TV. We obviously got frustrated, coz we could've seen this stuff on news anyway. They said they'd get her to our room and let us interact with her.&lt;br /&gt;So it started. When she started speaking, I was relieved(she had an understandable accent). She has a nice sense of humour. She showed us this 20 minute video, which they shot during their stay in space. Twas so funny, seeing them eat stuff from the air and weightlifting etc etc... Then the question answers started. To my surprise, one question was asked by Sahil, who said that he'd use his acting to get inside the auditorium. I was quite amused to hear him asking the question. How he got there, I had no clue. When Sunita Williams came to our room, she talked to us for about half an hour. Questions were asked, answers were given....... Twas nice... Really nice...&lt;br /&gt;When we got out, we were given toffees and snacks. Imagine, the only thing I took(after hesitating) was a toffee. And after examining it, I realized that it was an empty, sealed wrapper. With the US flag on it. So I guess that's what I'm gonna keep as a memento :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, from the way the day started, which was really weird, to the way it ended(which will actually be the preparation for sst) I got shocked a hundred times.. I haven't mentioned quite a lot of things. And guess what. I don't plan to, either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-5848075079384770717?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5848075079384770717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=5848075079384770717&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5848075079384770717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/5848075079384770717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/10/rendezvous-with.html' title='Rendezvous with...'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-6464946579366862303</id><published>2007-09-28T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:04:52.304+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ze week</title><content type='html'>It's been a highly fascinating week.&lt;br /&gt;~*~ Mom and dad gave me an iPod (shuffle) for my birthday! It's so unbelievingly cute! :)&lt;br /&gt;~*~ Didi got a plaster in her left leg. And she's gonna stay at home till Monday. And since she has the plaster for 3 weeks, she'll do up-and-down from home instead of staying in the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;~*~ Nayan, my bus-friend wants to have an unintentional fracture. Ever heard of that?&lt;br /&gt;~*~ On my birthday, I was quite happy coz I didn't exactly get bankrupt. On the third day(today), I have no money left :(&lt;br /&gt;~*~ MCQ's were bad. I've got myself to blame though, I didn't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touch &lt;/span&gt;bio-diversity.&lt;br /&gt;~*~ For the first time, I've been idiotic with my computer paper. Can you beat that?&lt;br /&gt;~*~ The great boys of our class have started a new version of football: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maram pitti&lt;/span&gt;, if you've heard of the game. They just grab the football and then hit anyone they can aim for(they usually prefer the people near them, coz if they try to hit someone far off, the chances of the ball not hitting that person are high. And then: katta!). Though the most annoying part is that they switch off the fans while playing. But, no doubt, it's a good show they put up.&lt;br /&gt;~*~ SG cheated from me during the MCQ's. Imagine his shock when I told him that the only answers he copied were the ones I did wrong :)&lt;br /&gt;~*~ Remember nobody?(or anybody?) The ill-mannered 8thie in my bus? He actually called me "didi" today. And said "please". Then I realized that he was asking for the iPod.&lt;br /&gt;~*~ I have Bhaskara tomorrow. And a volleyball match. (Not) surprisingly, I chose to go to Bhaskara instead of volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;~*~ I have SST on 3rd, and I am so totally busted.&lt;br /&gt;~*~ My great sanskrit teacher is supposedly our invigilator. I think we had 3 of them today. Which is very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta go now. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-6464946579366862303?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6464946579366862303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=6464946579366862303&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6464946579366862303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/6464946579366862303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/09/ze-week.html' title='Ze week'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7165351814755755975</id><published>2007-09-24T21:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:42:51.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And they win!</title><content type='html'>Not that I'm a cricket addict, trust me, I'm not very fond of the game. But today's match between Pakistan and India was breath taking. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. In the end, Pakistan was batting. 6 runs from 4 balls. Easy, eh? Sadly though, 9 wickets gone. And in an unsuccessful attempt to hit a six, the last fellow got out! Now that's what you'd call a close match......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, surprisingly, only 8 people were present. Aribhit, Iraj, Lakshay, Shreya, Arti, Prateek, Raymol and I. And surprisingly again, it was fun. A hell lotta fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post again, yeah yeah. But as I said, I can't think of anything to write about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is only for the sake of lengthening the post(and I can't believe I'm actually doing this-- usually it's the other way round).. For all those who didn't know, it's my birthday tomorrow. 2 and a half hours to go before I turn 14. Funnily though, I have a weird feeling. And I really don't know why. What the heck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7165351814755755975?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7165351814755755975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7165351814755755975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7165351814755755975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7165351814755755975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-they-win.html' title='And they win!'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22485249.post-7337608222153223347</id><published>2007-09-23T19:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-23T19:52:20.339+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I really can't help it</title><content type='html'>I really can't do anything about the fact that nowadays I don't feel like blogging. I am really sorry for all those who actually read my blog.I'm really proud of you guys, if u r alive even after reading my blog.. else, may your souls rest in peace.. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my condition should improve in a few days. I do miss the times I used to write everything that happened in my life. I won't say there aren't things happening now(trust me, they are), but it's just that I don't feel like writing. It's sad. Tragic. However, might be something worth celebrating for some people ---need I say the name(s)? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people,&lt;br /&gt;let's hope I get back my love for blogging(alright, "love" is too strong a word).&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22485249-7337608222153223347?l=sakshigupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7337608222153223347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22485249&amp;postID=7337608222153223347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7337608222153223347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22485249/posts/default/7337608222153223347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sakshigupta.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-really-cant-help-it.html' title='I really can&apos;t help it'/><author><name>Sakshi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08612142393331261592</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>
