<?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-1017521241875099448</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:15:35.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nisha - Uncensored!</title><subtitle type='html'>Prelude: Step in at your own risk ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nisha</name><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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017521241875099448.post-3468057850296715143</id><published>2008-04-26T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T10:13:33.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No Regrets... No Complain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not a grudge against anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No longer, I stop on my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just look ahead and walk on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017521241875099448-3468057850296715143?l=nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/3468057850296715143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017521241875099448&amp;postID=3468057850296715143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default/3468057850296715143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default/3468057850296715143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-regrets.html' title='.'/><author><name>Nisha</name><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-1017521241875099448.post-3745830981749968933</id><published>2008-04-07T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:41:25.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A L O N E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KJQmnuqn14/R_p__NF1Y9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/olGqfDjpbcc/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186598644693165010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KJQmnuqn14/R_p__NF1Y9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/olGqfDjpbcc/s320/A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alone I sat, Alone I lay&lt;br /&gt;I came alone, is all that I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I dance, Alone I scream&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful is the song, alone that I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I play, Alone I walked&lt;br /&gt;I wrote alone, of all that I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I laugh, Alone I cried&lt;br /&gt;I smiled alone, as my tears dried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I live, Alone I dream&lt;br /&gt;I imagine alone, of a &lt;em&gt;world&lt;/em&gt; pristine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I stay, Alone I grow&lt;br /&gt;It is alone, that one day I will go.&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/1017521241875099448-3745830981749968933?l=nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/3745830981749968933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017521241875099448&amp;postID=3745830981749968933' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default/3745830981749968933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default/3745830981749968933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/2008/04/l-o-n-e.html' title='A L O N E'/><author><name>Nisha</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-KJQmnuqn14/R_p__NF1Y9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/olGqfDjpbcc/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017521241875099448.post-1916835436705599446</id><published>2008-04-02T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:38:01.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books Beckoning!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, its the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"most-feared"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; season round the corner. The Exams are on...&lt;br /&gt;Gawwwwddddd!!! I don't know what made me take up this &lt;em&gt;oh-so-good MBA&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting this thought&lt;strong&gt; a&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lways&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What have these real &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Big B-Schools&lt;/span&gt; done???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Always&lt;/strong&gt; as in when i have my exams, otherwise i Love to flaunt being a part of pretty decent B-School. Yes, I belong to &lt;em&gt;THE&lt;strong&gt; ICFAI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Schools create Employees, not Employers."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is'nt that true? Oh yes it is... Come to think of it, how many MBA graduates from the very-popular-IIM's start on their own? Of the hundreds of graduates that have passed out from these big schools, only very few(I can literally count them on my fingers) have actually gone ahead of that &lt;em&gt;'employee-hood'&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no more cribbing. Now that, am on for it... Guys, I need your wishes... So keep the "Best-of-Luck's" coming in... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S: Will be back soon!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017521241875099448-1916835436705599446?l=nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/1916835436705599446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017521241875099448&amp;postID=1916835436705599446' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default/1916835436705599446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default/1916835436705599446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/2008/04/books-beckoning.html' title='Books Beckoning!!!'/><author><name>Nisha</name><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-1017521241875099448.post-6308596909566443261</id><published>2008-03-27T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:27:27.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Void</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and he sat alone. &lt;em&gt;All he could think of was the last &lt;strong&gt;Question&lt;/strong&gt; she asked.&lt;br /&gt;" How could you do that?"&lt;br /&gt;The Question, that changed his life. The Question, he had no answer for. The Question...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears rolled down his eyes when he looked at the crystal ring in his hand&lt;em&gt;. The &lt;strong&gt;Token&lt;/strong&gt; of his eternal love for her, which had always shined on her finger testifying that she belonged to him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;She no more had the ring. She no more wanted him.&lt;em&gt; She no more belonged to him.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;With blurry images in his mind, he &lt;em&gt;recalled&lt;/em&gt; the beautiful days he spent with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;" How could I do that?"... "How could I let lust take over me?"... "How could I betray the woman of my dreams?"... "How could I let one night change my destiny?"... "How could I... ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He sat there, in the dark, motionless, thinking about himself &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; her. With her sweet memories on his mind, he took the last sip of &lt;em&gt;the slow poison&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; He refilled his &lt;strong&gt;Glass&lt;/strong&gt;, which now was his &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; company for &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;PROMPT taken from &lt;a href="http://threewordwednesday.wordpress.com/"&gt;3WW&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;WORDS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glass - Question - Token&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017521241875099448-6308596909566443261?l=nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/6308596909566443261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017521241875099448&amp;postID=6308596909566443261' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default/6308596909566443261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default/6308596909566443261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/2008/03/void.html' title='Void'/><author><name>Nisha</name><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-1017521241875099448.post-7829466137491275359</id><published>2008-03-20T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:41:26.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KJQmnuqn14/R-NRhNF1Y8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ThnBlZjZPPg/s1600-h/Hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180073627297866690" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-KJQmnuqn14/R-NRhNF1Y8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ThnBlZjZPPg/s320/Hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories play a very strange game&lt;br /&gt;In a moment you are sad, the next, they make you happy again&lt;br /&gt;Why do tears fall when I know of the smiles ahead?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I still cry thinking of the happiness ahead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have showed how much I cared&lt;br /&gt;I wish a few moments, more you could have spared&lt;br /&gt;May be it’s the distance, may be it’s your love for me&lt;br /&gt;But today I realize you have changed my destiny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ice-creams we had and the coffees we shared&lt;br /&gt;The late night talks about all that we cared&lt;br /&gt;The so-very-long drives that never seemed to end&lt;br /&gt;Come back soon, I want to live it all again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never was I aware that I’ll miss all those times&lt;br /&gt;Never did I know that I’ll crave for you all times&lt;br /&gt;I wake up each day with a big broad smile&lt;br /&gt;Coz with each passing night you are closer by a mile…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1017521241875099448-7829466137491275359?l=nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/feeds/7829466137491275359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1017521241875099448&amp;postID=7829466137491275359' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default/7829466137491275359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1017521241875099448/posts/default/7829466137491275359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nisha-backtolife.blogspot.com/2008/03/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Nisha</name><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/_-KJQmnuqn14/R-NRhNF1Y8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/ThnBlZjZPPg/s72-c/Hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
