<?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-419412618927023375</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:34:12.241-07:00</updated><category term='collegeLyf'/><title type='text'>angelsDoExist; butImNot1</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hithaa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419412618927023375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hithaa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hithaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389826556179682324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R-a82fnnlII/AAAAAAAAAD8/UWw7rniqgR4/S220/aaaa+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419412618927023375.post-79532140410134642</id><published>2008-09-21T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:42:03.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nameless emotions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;reincarnation wasnt an endless phenomenon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21 yrs of life has now come to a standstill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a standstill at d door of death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;physical death as compared to death of d soul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i  prefer the former,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i realise it as the  ultimate freedom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i long for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419412618927023375-79532140410134642?l=hithaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hithaa.blogspot.com/feeds/79532140410134642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=419412618927023375&amp;postID=79532140410134642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419412618927023375/posts/default/79532140410134642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419412618927023375/posts/default/79532140410134642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hithaa.blogspot.com/2008/09/nameless-emotions.html' title='nameless emotions...'/><author><name>hithaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389826556179682324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R-a82fnnlII/AAAAAAAAAD8/UWw7rniqgR4/S220/aaaa+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419412618927023375.post-329448663979353813</id><published>2008-03-28T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:31:00.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collegeLyf'/><title type='text'>...latelyPreoccupiedInFarewellThoughts...</title><content type='html'>27 th september 2004 That was d day we, around a 100 of us : the comscians, ITians and the EC ians of the 04-08 batch became part of the TKMIT family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R-y3JvnnlJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dH6FuZPHpSc/s1600-h/drhftgjghj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R-y3JvnnlJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dH6FuZPHpSc/s320/drhftgjghj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182718649225942162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         And now, after exactly 3 years and a half, yesterday, on the 27th of march,2008, our management officially declared the removal of our names from the students list, to d alumni list, wid a well arranged "farewell party"(The biggest joy of d day was to know dat our management has matured enuf 2 throw such a well organized party, for its students, that i now remeber our previous 2 batches, of seniors, whu had to leave d place wid no such "goodbye day", to remeber) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Farewell, though, was its name, i had never realised dat dis was such a big occassion, dat I was seeing a majority of those faces, for d last time, in my life; but, after hearing our former director Nizar sir giving a heartfelt speech abt life during, n after college,n after having most of ma dear  colleagues come forward n stretch deir hands for a goodbye handshake, i had no other option,but open my eyes to d seriousness it was. And those moments of realization were really not so easy to face, dat i had to strain a bit ,to retain a smile on ma face till d end of the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           After the management had done wid its official part of d function,it was good to have d guests n management personas give the hall for us, students to exchange deir 4 yr experiences at d colg. Given a mic and put in front of thier dear companions, some had lots n lots of nostalgia to share, sum went speechless n wound up in just a 'll miss u' note n left d rest unsaid (n dats d grup 2 which i belong ;) ) n sum others tuk the oppurtunity to open up der minds n wash out d egos...&lt;br /&gt;                N den wen it was abt meeting my dear comscians at d classroom n bidding them goodbye, it was really hard, dat i kept myself back, from reaching out to any of dem, n saying, bubye, but kept enjoying d tym, as any other day in colg, but not as the "last colg day".But widin me, certainly, was murmuring, dose gudbyes, dat ma frens threw at me, making me realise, how stupid i was, to hav thot, i wouldnt ever miss dem :D ..&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;           There are some people, whu come into our lives without our consent, n establish demselves as one of our priorities, in no time.Now it seems dey r d people whu move away from us first. Their exit is often as sudden n untold, as their entry, and der may not b a valid reason, even. It leaves a  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R-y38PnnlKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HHBC22TbWhA/s1600-h/esgrtfh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R-y38PnnlKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/HHBC22TbWhA/s320/esgrtfh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182719516809335970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pain dat remains as a memorial of the relation, sumwere down d heart. Yesterday, I witnessed some such relations, ending in just a handshake, or maybe a farewell kiss.. n some even in untold goodbyes. N dis was, i knew, d last oppurtunity to, break d ice n go forward to make sum moves, which wud save myself from losing sum of d people whu were once, very important parts of ma life, but sumthing really held me back. Why? Maybe, d hesitation to open up, maybe d lack of optimism, or maybe, even d feeling of guilt n fear of rejection, but now its d end to d hope dat everythin is goin to fall in place sumwher down d lane... Life now prompts me to accept things d way dey r n be happy wid dem; to stop wishing for a golden touch dat wud give d  lives around, a stunning makeover. Certainly it would b d easier way out, to wind up all dose thots wid a " &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;lifes like that&lt;/span&gt;", but, who knows.... kalKaKyaBharosa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419412618927023375-329448663979353813?l=hithaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hithaa.blogspot.com/feeds/329448663979353813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=419412618927023375&amp;postID=329448663979353813' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419412618927023375/posts/default/329448663979353813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419412618927023375/posts/default/329448663979353813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hithaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/latelypreoccupiedinfarewellthoughts.html' title='...latelyPreoccupiedInFarewellThoughts...'/><author><name>hithaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389826556179682324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R-a82fnnlII/AAAAAAAAAD8/UWw7rniqgR4/S220/aaaa+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R-y3JvnnlJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/dH6FuZPHpSc/s72-c/drhftgjghj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419412618927023375.post-8282564721417728508</id><published>2008-03-23T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:28:49.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missUMyLove...</title><content type='html'>D day I realised i was in love;&lt;br /&gt;D day I admitted u wer d man of my lyf;&lt;br /&gt;D day I started moulding myself 2 b d best gal u cud hav;&lt;br /&gt;D day I started enjoying ur possessiveness;&lt;br /&gt;D day I surrendered 2 ur fantasies;&lt;br /&gt;D day I slept under d heaviness of ur naked body;&lt;br /&gt;Dose days....&lt;br /&gt;Everyday came wid a special gift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished if life continued 2 b d same always&lt;br /&gt;But destiny tuk us sumwhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting u was my biggest dream ever&lt;br /&gt;D same eventually became my biggest dream cum true&lt;br /&gt;Ur love became my biggest luxury;&lt;br /&gt;In ur love, I 4got 2 take care of myself;&lt;br /&gt;Pampering u became my new happiness&lt;br /&gt;Loving u became a new way of lyf;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, like any dream wud do,&lt;br /&gt;                                It all ended in a wake up;&lt;br /&gt;A wake up to d reality....&lt;br /&gt;But I still wish to sleep; to dream-&lt;br /&gt;        But only if no1 wud wake me up, ever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419412618927023375-8282564721417728508?l=hithaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hithaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8282564721417728508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=419412618927023375&amp;postID=8282564721417728508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419412618927023375/posts/default/8282564721417728508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419412618927023375/posts/default/8282564721417728508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hithaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/missumylove.html' title='missUMyLove...'/><author><name>hithaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389826556179682324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R-a82fnnlII/AAAAAAAAAD8/UWw7rniqgR4/S220/aaaa+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419412618927023375.post-8639030271664563595</id><published>2008-03-08T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:36:54.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collegeLyf'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2 a four-year package of  spicy moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;                                         Well, I WONT MISS U TKMIT;&lt;br /&gt;                                          but I don deny, dat iv loved U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R9LEdL5QTSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j0KCz06QCl0/s1600-h/fhjgj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R9LEdL5QTSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j0KCz06QCl0/s320/fhjgj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175414927490305314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday wen i scribbled down in my notepad, a synopsis of all dose happenings in dis beloved place,TKMIT,(well, in my notepad, n not in a blog, cos i knew,dose minute details of d many everyday fun n horror happenings wud turn,wat was supposed 2 be a synopsis,into a not so short n not so entertaining novel) i cudnt find a single drop of tear rolling down my cheek, or a nostalgic heaviness occupying my heart(as it is supposed 2 b, for any human being, while thinking about saying gudbye 2 his colg)...n 4 d first tym,i was tempted to, publishing sumthing on d blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;        4 yrs of continual episodes of struggles n miniature world wars,now seem 2 b as silly as few scenes from d script of a masala film (well, wid myself as the notorious protagonist,definitely), scribbled sumwhere in a corner of d heart. Every sweet n bitter memory iv had thru dese 4 yrs, just deserves 2 b remembered wid a casual smile, n nuthing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/STU5xA8CEYI/AAAAAAAABJw/K1LyhkQHJAI/s1600-h/ATgAAACYOoku60camMZaEHdpoG8Jj1B0X3K8q6I7KAypEYgvYmXGAG5kzHCQ5UPS7FSxmnWHzcvnGl42sq7OoInjjxUiAJtU9VCi_fzkc9EChVHYmTuIPa2jzkdzWw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/STU5xA8CEYI/AAAAAAAABJw/K1LyhkQHJAI/s320/ATgAAACYOoku60camMZaEHdpoG8Jj1B0X3K8q6I7KAypEYgvYmXGAG5kzHCQ5UPS7FSxmnWHzcvnGl42sq7OoInjjxUiAJtU9VCi_fzkc9EChVHYmTuIPa2jzkdzWw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275186052762571138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Starting wid ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;            d very jovial n frenly classmates whu filled each others' days colorful, wid fun n luv during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first year&lt;/span&gt; at colg, up till&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d third sem&lt;/span&gt;, which started off wid my first-ever(and d last too) colg. tour which  took my life thru a U turn, into a not so memmorable commitment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;            which at times, not even d people around, but even myself misinterpreted as love during &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d 4th sem&lt;/span&gt;, n den d episodes of absconding so as 2 save myself from d same, n a shift from being a hosteller 2 a day scholar, just to get me on track again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a semestr 5&lt;/span&gt; dat had nothing much 2 claim about, but a sweet ending wid my sister getting married 2 d man of her life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a semester 6&lt;/span&gt;  dat marked my days wid  a sudden take off to a high, really high note, wid d entry of a smartchap(yes, hes literally d smartest iv ever seen, in almost every sense)  ,whu came wid promises of a true love,gradually making me believe, I was d luckiest gal in d universe, helping me mark my place in d heart of every fellow colg. mate, as d biggest ever 'flirt'(dats not d real word, but,now 4 a blog, dis is enuf.. d rest is left 2 ur imagination;u may go as much hi on dat side, as u can... :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;        n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d seventh sem&lt;/span&gt; leaving me, wid a task of managing myself  at d crisis called break up, wen our smartey soon flew off into his  'own world'  in search of his destiny,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;        n now, up till a calm n silent last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;, numbered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;, again wid nuthing much 2 claim abt, but boring colg hrs n sum low-pace frenships,,,wid all of us getting ourselves prepared 2 depart, to say gudbyes, n move forward in life,,,    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;d last 4 years gave a real mix of experiences, dat came up wid a big bang but, finally laid demselves down, on just few sectors of d memory, making me wish not 2 have dem happen again, in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;      Yes,I must accept that TKMIT is definitely not a place where i found people whu have accepted me for wat I am, people whu hav been my strength n support thru d thick n thin,&lt;br /&gt;but, truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;              i don wish, if dese 4 yrs havnt been part of my life, cos, dat is wat made me, wat i am. Im thankful to dose m/ms n dose ppl whu are part of dose m/ms, cos, dey hav stayed wid me, n hav made up my days for 4 long years,,,, but, now its tym 4 a take off, a real take off... I don wish 2 leave d place wid tears, but just cheerful n happy smiles, n a few notes of wishing luck, to all dudes n dudettes out dere,,, I don wanna take along wid me, any leftovers, of d egos n dirty shits, but move on wid a clean n clear heart,making further space 4 all dose future dirt n grime n similar shit waitin 4 me... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419412618927023375-8639030271664563595?l=hithaa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hithaa.blogspot.com/feeds/8639030271664563595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=419412618927023375&amp;postID=8639030271664563595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419412618927023375/posts/default/8639030271664563595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419412618927023375/posts/default/8639030271664563595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hithaa.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-i-wont-miss-u-tkmit-but-i-don-deny.html' title='Goodbye 2 a four-year package of  spicy moments'/><author><name>hithaa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04389826556179682324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R-a82fnnlII/AAAAAAAAAD8/UWw7rniqgR4/S220/aaaa+copy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLUlfv43yDU/R9LEdL5QTSI/AAAAAAAAABQ/j0KCz06QCl0/s72-c/fhjgj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
