<?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-9173516439231544280</id><updated>2011-10-02T03:07:07.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All that comes to my mind</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is all about my life and experiences. "All that comes to my mind" is truly all that comes to my mind. I blog coz while taking some decisions writing it all down lets me think clearly and to take better decisions as also it helps me preserve my past experiences and reflections.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-6764644124923144974</id><published>2010-08-30T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:58:25.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE.......</title><summary type='text'>Life is so strange. Sometimes you have nothing to do. You waste your time half the time complaining about how your life is boring and not happening and nobody cares for me and blah blah............And sometimes it gets so demanding that you just wish you had extra hours in a day to give your time to yourself atleast. I was caught, I still am but at a slower pace, in one such scenario and it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6764644124923144974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=6764644124923144974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/6764644124923144974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/6764644124923144974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-things-are-meant-to-be.html' title='SOME THINGS ARE MEANT TO BE.......'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/THv_ME_qKVI/AAAAAAAAASk/gNgNOpgCYIg/s72-c/DSC02564.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-4035049112435478209</id><published>2010-07-30T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:40:12.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i cant hear it  but ....Music is in my soul.......urs too</title><summary type='text'>Why does music touch your heart as it does? If actions speak louder than words, music touches your soul...... What is more important in a song? music or the lyrics? For me the music inlfuences my decision coz it gives tone to the words........i know ppl who advocate the lyrics will say that the words speak for themselves and they dont need music. what i am saying then is that the music adds more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4035049112435478209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=4035049112435478209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/4035049112435478209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/4035049112435478209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-hear-it-but-music-is-in-my.html' title='i cant hear it  but ....Music is in my soul.......urs too'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-7923984493818919400</id><published>2010-07-26T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:31:32.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The boy from Jammu - Piyush Bhagat</title><summary type='text'>Its been four months since a boy came from Jammu and won millions of hearts by his dance as well as charm. It was a boy in yet another reality show and for me who has long given up watching television knowing that he ever existed seemed out of the question.It was one afternoon when I was bored and alone and nothing else to do that I switched on the TV. I am very fond of dance and on this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7923984493818919400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=7923984493818919400' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/7923984493818919400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/7923984493818919400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2010/07/boy-who-made-me-his-fan-piyush-from.html' title='The boy from Jammu - Piyush Bhagat'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/TE6y6g3wbzI/AAAAAAAAAR0/4lVYVQxI4OA/s72-c/piyush.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-2354187545558685033</id><published>2009-10-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T02:44:53.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new era in line?</title><summary type='text'>Choices were perplexing a decade agothey are convoluted still;Although we have experts to make tasks simpleselecting the connoisseur from the novice is a task uphill.Making a matrimony work was no piece of cakewhen the beau and the belle took vows of life;And now they say understand the simple nature of lovepity you can't guess who's the husband and who's the wife.Devices were made to provide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2354187545558685033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=2354187545558685033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/2354187545558685033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/2354187545558685033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-era-in-line.html' title='A new era in line?'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-8718303173220489456</id><published>2009-07-04T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T04:33:57.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bundle of joy................</title><summary type='text'>Children have always been close to my heart. And Ishan and Ishita are no exceptions to that. Ishan goes nursery classes and Ishita is yet to join nursery.Although they live next doors I hardly see them. Not because I"m busy, but due to the fact that if I get see them often and meet and talk and play with them  I will get very fond of them. They are very cute. When it comes to kids get so involved</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8718303173220489456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=8718303173220489456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/8718303173220489456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/8718303173220489456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/07/bundle-of-joy.html' title='A bundle of joy................'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/Sk8-F1_C7xI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7kU14mrcmN8/s72-c/marzipan-babies6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-7883282080024147547</id><published>2009-06-08T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:24:12.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...............</title><summary type='text'>Decisions are a very important part of life. Its not because we have to take them everyday. Its because the define who we are and where we are headed to. Thats why we say, we "take" decision, because we take the responsibility to construct our next moves and paths in our lives. At the same time decisions cause us suffering and  bring sadness when we decide something unfavourable. Here I dont say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7883282080024147547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=7883282080024147547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/7883282080024147547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/7883282080024147547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-if.html' title='What if...............'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-6811429831859861309</id><published>2009-04-17T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:36:17.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this another poem??????????!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>hahhaa that was a bad poem and a pj,hahaha uhhhhh ahem.....I took to poems for certain reasons, but I don't know if that's the reason why people write poems at the first place. To me poems provide a way to convey what I want to in a veiled manner. I can use incomplete phrases, they can mean more than one thing, people can see the emotions and yet different kinds of people will get same message in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6811429831859861309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=6811429831859861309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/6811429831859861309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/6811429831859861309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-this-another-poem.html' title='Is this another poem??????????!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SehLBdq4z0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/f-jGCXsKnaA/s72-c/background_example.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-9008609346713809751</id><published>2009-04-09T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T10:11:24.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CrEaTUreS oF tHE niGhT</title><summary type='text'> The earlier centuries were the good old days, when a cow was a cow and a man was a man. People followed only one thing to know the time of the day-the sun. A common man got up to work when the sun had risen and he went to bed soon after the sun set. But now, thanks to the geniuses all around the world, we have things called lights, inverters, backups and all, so that we may do our work till late</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/9008609346713809751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=9008609346713809751' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/9008609346713809751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/9008609346713809751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/04/creatures-of-night.html' title='CrEaTUreS oF tHE niGhT'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/Sd4sKaWokJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/bniqGYgKRGk/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-5535289608167964535</id><published>2009-04-02T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T02:36:59.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All over again</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5535289608167964535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=5535289608167964535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/5535289608167964535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/5535289608167964535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-over-again.html' title='All over again'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SdXYrpmuylI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kv2nfvgEMz4/s72-c/merged2.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-4000122395204271752</id><published>2009-03-26T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T04:23:58.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rite 4rm rong</title><summary type='text'> Battles have been fought and laws have been made and broken. Still the human being struggles from within to choose the right from wrong. Although the basic guidelines and the "correct" practices are well known from the books on Moral Science and recallable because we learned them by heart at school, we often continue to reconsider them at some point of time. Why is it so? If they were actually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4000122395204271752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=4000122395204271752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/4000122395204271752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/4000122395204271752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/03/rite-4rm-rong.html' title='Rite 4rm rong'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/ScvaIIdGlOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BBXwmgruxtw/s72-c/rules.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-4973537200852528403</id><published>2009-03-13T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:01:14.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hUrT</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4973537200852528403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=4973537200852528403' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/4973537200852528403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/4973537200852528403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurt.html' title='hUrT'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/Sbq7g7OqrmI/AAAAAAAAADs/tXCEuI9bUJk/s72-c/poem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-84073032221413533</id><published>2009-03-12T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:06:33.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE TO STAY</title><summary type='text'>It breeds in the bottom of my heartand whispers to me in the darkthat it will come to me again,this time with twice the strength.I forget it everytime I laughand enjoy the time with my friendsBut when i sleep in the shadows of the nighti wonder when's the next time it will strike.And then when there's this pain i cant seewhich makes my wounds bleed that does things to my head and i punish those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/84073032221413533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=84073032221413533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/84073032221413533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/84073032221413533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-to-stay.html' title='HERE TO STAY'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/Sbj45RNVKUI/AAAAAAAAADc/Vf79zT0exag/s72-c/heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-5028463723349223199</id><published>2009-02-21T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T08:40:16.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many people so less time----</title><summary type='text'>If there is one truth in life ,that's death. If there's one thing that's certain in life , its change. And that is why in this cycle of life that we call childhood, teenager, adult and oldage though most aspects are same in everyone's life like education, job, retirement etcetra, everyone's life story is different.And this is because everyone reacts differently to a situation. If at all two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5028463723349223199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=5028463723349223199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/5028463723349223199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/5028463723349223199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-many-people-so-less-time.html' title='So many people so less time----'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SaAuVdJUOvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/iiNCqfD9mtQ/s72-c/New+Bitmap+Image.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-6360049936317794470</id><published>2009-02-05T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T05:01:00.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You made my day</title><summary type='text'>Who is your favourite actor? Or your favourite singer? When two people talk for the first time they may exchange this information. But I will try to see this with a different angle. Lets suppose there is a person who has had a very difficult day because he was late for college because he missed the bus. And then he forgot to bring his assignment because he left his house in a jiffy lest he missed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6360049936317794470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=6360049936317794470' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/6360049936317794470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/6360049936317794470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-made-my-day.html' title='You made my day'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SYrjAD_AiEI/AAAAAAAAACs/JjHZxRQKO5g/s72-c/fanclub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-6262413666311633620</id><published>2008-10-23T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:37:24.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cAt UnPLuGGed !!!!</title><summary type='text'>Some common words and phrases often used to spring to my mind when i look at or talk to people CAT aspirants. They would appear to be delirious with news about pay packages from B school placements and the same ecstasy would drown in an abysmal, unfathomable sea of frustartion when the 3 sections of the CAT paper vexed them. But now that I have decided to appear in the Common Admission Test(CAT) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6262413666311633620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=6262413666311633620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/6262413666311633620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/6262413666311633620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2008/10/part-1-cat-unplugged.html' title='cAt UnPLuGGed !!!!'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRncyRAojvI/AAAAAAAAACU/7RjaesnZ12k/s72-c/cat_mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-1911579624708594301</id><published>2008-10-23T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:50:50.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I wrote!</title><summary type='text'>Off late many of my friends have started asking me why I havnt been writing all these days. Its not that I'm out of ideas. Its that first of all my pc was broke. And then my keyboard keys didnt snap,I mean didnt click (oops these gadgets have made my vocabulary limited) ,I mean the keys werent "working". And then finally when i got the oppurtunity to write I went totally blank, emotionless is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1911579624708594301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=1911579624708594301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/1911579624708594301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/1911579624708594301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-wrote.html' title='What I wrote!'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SQCdMLj0_NI/AAAAAAAAABs/Cg-rUGs6TcU/s72-c/hand.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-628682293918752590</id><published>2008-09-18T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T05:14:48.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You or they? Whose it is anyways?</title><summary type='text'>Many a times our parents and teachers tell us to read non fiction books so that they will help us rediscover ourselves, or show us the right direction, or broaden our outlook and what not! I can read non fiction, but not always. I like to reflect upon them rather than absorb them or blindly follow them. Because we have our own minds and logic to analyse things and understand them and devise our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/628682293918752590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=628682293918752590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/628682293918752590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/628682293918752590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-or-they-whose-it-is-anyways.html' title='You or they? Whose it is anyways?'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-2934553188544169815</id><published>2008-08-30T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T12:02:55.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is so unique about experiences?</title><summary type='text'>Most of us have heard in our lives from our parents, " I am more experienced than you". This we hear when we dont agree with our parents about some issue and they only end the chapter with this sentence that we dont have experience about that issue and thats why we can't understand. Similarly when we have a problem at school or college and our parents try to help us, we say that they won't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2934553188544169815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=2934553188544169815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/2934553188544169815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/2934553188544169815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-so-unique-about-experiences.html' title='What is so unique about experiences?'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SLmZDNl-izI/AAAAAAAAABA/OJ2N9hYOaRg/s72-c/feelings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-2444474527461238515</id><published>2008-06-26T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:13:32.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FORGOTTEN AGAIN!</title><summary type='text'>Before I begin, I need to say that these days I'm working out in the mornings. That being an intersting topic in itself will be dealt with later. For now I will be focussing on how an incident reminded be about the old Hindi proverb "Musibat mein gadhe ko bhi baap banana padta hai" (When you are in trouble you have to even agree with fools.)It so happened that my ipod was unable to sync. Now I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2444474527461238515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=2444474527461238515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/2444474527461238515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/2444474527461238515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2008/06/forgotten-again.html' title='FORGOTTEN AGAIN!'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SGtUXANhsZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/i1-nsE3YSlA/s72-c/ipod-shuffle-2gb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-105166189179935651</id><published>2008-05-13T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:48:46.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some long lost talent</title><summary type='text'>When I was a kid, we used to get loads of holiday homeworks, both during the winter and summer vacations. Most of them were boring and we used to leave it for the last few days before the school re-opened. Those days internet was an alien word to us and using a computer for studies was a rarity. Also, we had to go through the vomitous procedure of learning the lessons by heart in the holidays. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/105166189179935651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=105166189179935651' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/105166189179935651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/105166189179935651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-long-lost-talent.html' title='Some long lost talent'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SCnGW1zck_I/AAAAAAAAAAo/TJqJSb910yo/s72-c/130520081144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-8538302682020865067</id><published>2008-04-20T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T06:19:05.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC IS A BEAUTIFUL THING</title><summary type='text'>This post has been written under some typical circumstances that you'll soon know. I would encourage you all to bear with me and read it with an "open" mind coz ur gonna find me "talking" to u. It must be a surprise to hear about music from a not-so-music lover like me. Actuallly it will be wrong on my part to say that I dont love music but I take the liberty of saying so coz I am not updated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8538302682020865067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=8538302682020865067' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/8538302682020865067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/8538302682020865067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-is-beautiful-thing.html' title='MUSIC IS A BEAUTIFUL THING'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-7837307956818898808</id><published>2008-04-19T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:16:57.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hufflepuff is all about acceptance</title><summary type='text'>I have joined a community in Orkut which is very much like the Hogwarts of my dreams. No, no I'm not advertising it here, I just wanted to share an essay that I had written in my House notice board about how much I like being in Hufflepuff.  Its not that I wouldnt like to be in Gryffindor or Slytherin or even the Ravenclaw, the community sorted me into Hufflepuff and i like it there.What I wrote </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/7837307956818898808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=7837307956818898808' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/7837307956818898808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/7837307956818898808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-joined-community-in-orkut-which.html' title='Hufflepuff is all about acceptance'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9173516439231544280.post-8083952147236593737</id><published>2008-04-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:38:15.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THOSE SWEET LITTLE DEVILS</title><summary type='text'>I had just wanted to have some extra money.  Little had I known that my agreement to enlighten the minds of  sweet, cute, innocent children of my locality would later turn out to be an "eye opener" about how very admirable the lovely kids really are.I started with one girl who wanted to get the computer basics right along with C programming and HTML. That was alright with me, but very soon she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8083952147236593737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9173516439231544280&amp;postID=8083952147236593737' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/8083952147236593737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9173516439231544280/posts/default/8083952147236593737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priya-rose.blogspot.com/2008/04/those-sweet-little-devils.html' title='THOSE SWEET LITTLE DEVILS'/><author><name>Priya_rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SRHv1ieveiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gVVMtIvr5z0/S220/cartoon+girl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mp44tL0Rb0g/SAYOo8ur_TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/07dBgGRCm0k/s72-c/teacher.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
