<?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-7168462429204520973</id><updated>2012-02-07T02:17:18.654-08:00</updated><category term='Purple'/><category term='Interesting Stuff'/><category term='Fitness'/><category term='TC'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Fish'/><category term='S'/><category term='Acquisitions'/><category term='BFA'/><category term='Places To Eat'/><category term='Delhi Times'/><category term='Aats'/><category term='Self'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='I Love Bombay'/><category term='Places'/><category term='Conversations'/><category term='Woogs'/><category term='Uncategorized'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Eco'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='Lists'/><category term='Abhu'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Fresh Tales</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168462429204520973.post-9213830123122216269</id><published>2010-08-01T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:13:18.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Divine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Still feeling great because of workout regime which is being followed religiously. Soon going to go the mess, stuff self with yummy Sunday lunch (Jeera Rice and Palak Paneer) and sleep. Though I am trying to use Pepsi to prevent self from getting thus immobilized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.- I am adding the "Places to Eat" tag to this post because Mess is also a place to eat- technically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-9213830123122216269?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/9213830123122216269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=9213830123122216269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/9213830123122216269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/9213830123122216269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/08/divine.html' title='Divine'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-5360763098187715581</id><published>2010-07-30T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:22:13.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Not good any more :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thinking about absolutely annoying and mean things from the past and wallowing in misery. Nevermind. One's any way gotta live life alone. Just getting used to it. So yes, need a constant reminder that no one loves you more than your own self and that trusting implicitly is not something you can/should do. You have to know that you are worth so much more and therefore make it to that eventually :) I'm glad that I started out while writing this feeling totally unhappy and the end is relatively positive because you've got to come to terms with facts! No matter what explanations you're given, they're still just that at the end of the day. Explanations. Obviously not good enough, but you can try to convince yourself that you're wrong and that those explanations work. But well, it never gets sorted out, not because there's some insufficiency in those explanations, but because it ever happened. No way out of that, now is there? Pretty sad. Clearly back to being negative. Nevermind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My tax paper is not exactly going places thanks to these stupid things that happen in my life. Though I really shouldn't be cribbing about my life :) It is pretty great and I'm so &lt;i&gt;grateful &lt;/i&gt;that I have this insane capacity to be happy with absolutely no external input at all. Thank god for that :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-5360763098187715581?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5360763098187715581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=5360763098187715581&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/5360763098187715581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/5360763098187715581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-good-any-more.html' title='Not good any more :('/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-2601266887731427413</id><published>2010-07-30T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T06:39:09.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fitness'/><title type='text'>Still Better</title><content type='html'>... worked out today after months. Feels divine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-2601266887731427413?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2601266887731427413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=2601266887731427413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2601266887731427413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2601266887731427413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/07/still-better.html' title='Still Better'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-6479451648078530876</id><published>2010-07-30T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T04:47:38.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Better</title><content type='html'>I've got to admit it's getting better, a little better all the time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-6479451648078530876?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6479451648078530876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=6479451648078530876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/6479451648078530876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/6479451648078530876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-better.html' title='Getting Better'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-8221093884808320793</id><published>2010-07-26T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:34:26.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places To Eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Not good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have fever and I get dust allergy everyday now due to the high concentration of pollen in Bangalore air these days :( I am also supposed to go out for a heavy, north Indian lunch to Ada Hind Ki tomorrow. Which I don't think I'll be able to make it for. Let's see. On the brighter side, I don't have taxing classes tomorrow, so I'm hoping to get some rest in class only. Life's not good when the weather is all sucky and health is also sucky :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among happy things- I watched Inception. I also re-watched Aladdin. What a cute movie. But nothing can fill the void in my life left by OTH :( I shall soon be getting S6 and 7 form Purple who is currently in the process of downloading them. Whee! I just &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that I'd have been better by now if I could've ODed on OTH. I just know it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First time ever in law school that I've felt like going home to mommy for a weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-8221093884808320793?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8221093884808320793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=8221093884808320793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/8221093884808320793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/8221093884808320793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-good.html' title='Not good'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-2755496984767886926</id><published>2010-07-19T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T09:14:05.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Movie Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watching Garden State right now. Getting bored. Partly because for 3/4th of the movie I was multitasking &lt;i&gt;full on. &lt;/i&gt;So, hee, I  kind of wasn't paying attention. Still, it should've been gripping enough to make me pay attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched this brilliant movie called The Lives of Others (German movie with English subtitles) yesterday. Recommended! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I now want to re-watch Kung Fu Panda after this gets over. My all time pick-me-up movie is Legally Blonde though. I've watched it several times in the past month so must diversify :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm also on the look-out for fun movies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-2755496984767886926?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2755496984767886926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=2755496984767886926&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2755496984767886926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2755496984767886926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/07/movie-update.html' title='Movie Update'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-1493857169849666351</id><published>2010-07-17T10:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T11:07:04.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Bombay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places To Eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><title type='text'>Whirlwind of a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past week was loaded with classes from 10-6 everyday and tons of stuff thereafter. Which explains my general tendency now to doze off for a couple of hours and not even realize it. Two weeks back, I thought I had all the time in the world to chill and laze around and generally float around.&lt;i&gt; However&lt;/i&gt;, NOT the case now. Now is the time help first years and help yourself with projects and suchlike. On the brighter side of the events-from-the-week-past, we had our Bombay Dinner at Casa Piccola! I&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;love Casa for its heavenly Chicken Parmigiana. That's all I ever order over there. I'm told the rest of it is kind of sucky- predominant reason why nobody ever agrees to go there except the devout consumers of Chicken Parmigiana- but the Parmigiana really is crisp and yummy and cheesy and all things nice. I also found out at that dinner that two juniors were from my school- fantastic, innit?! Fish discovered this place on Churchstreet where they have cool merchandise of a lot of rock bands *&lt;b&gt;mental note to self: visit said place&lt;/b&gt;*. This probably the appropriate time to give due credit to Aats who &lt;i&gt;actually &lt;b&gt;found&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;said place as opposed to Fish who just- well- went there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moving on to more interesting things. I Hate Luv Stories is probably the lamest movie of recent times- though it is terribly entertaining in a laugh-at way when viewed with bunch of unruly friends in almost empty theater (the manner in which it was witnessed by myself and therefore enjoyed). Which is why I fail to understand the millions of people who actually LIKED it. Some reverse psychology of sorts I suppose? Anyway, god help them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to watch Inception. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;------update-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh I now realize that I'd &lt;i&gt;already &lt;/i&gt;written about- rather slimed- I Hate Luv Stories. This is show what an indelible impact it has left on me. I can't get over it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-1493857169849666351?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1493857169849666351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=1493857169849666351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1493857169849666351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1493857169849666351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/07/whirlwind-of-week.html' title='Whirlwind of a week'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-4041233471487338868</id><published>2010-07-09T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T23:15:31.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Luv Storys: Laugh-at funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The&lt;/i&gt; worst movie I've seen in a very, very long time. Delhi 6 is better (when you disregard music, and I say this because Delhi 6's music was it's redeeming factor, while I Hate Luv Storys has &lt;i&gt;none&lt;/i&gt;). Having said that, it's a brilliant movie to laugh at :) Paisa vasool, that way. Fish and I went with the girls (Aats and Woogs) after their, *&lt;b&gt;ahem&lt;/b&gt;* respective rendezvous with their respective possible-future-paramours (or not, but I'm rooting for them, hee) (this is why this blog needs to be censored heavily :( ) and had a heck of a time laughing non-stop. After intermission, we even moved ahead and sat in one of the first few rows because there was nobody around there and laughed even more. Highly unruly behaviour such movies cause us to exhibit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-4041233471487338868?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4041233471487338868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=4041233471487338868&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/4041233471487338868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/4041233471487338868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hate-luv-storys-laugh-at-funny.html' title='I Hate Luv Storys: Laugh-at funny'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168462429204520973.post-2490231299031773685</id><published>2010-07-08T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:07:10.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>New Template, inter alia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought this would be an apt template given my life, at least for the next two years, is book(s?) ridden and all I talk about on this blog is mundane things from my life. I was also planning on shifting this blog to a more anonymous locale simply because I'd be free to mudsling without fear of being caught (i.e. talk about not so mundane things- in fact, far more interesting things), buahahaha. Might happen. Obviously I'm not going to tell if that does happen. The silver lining to my habitual prolonged absence is that nobody would miss me if I do vanish and start blogging elsewhere&lt;i&gt; because&lt;/i&gt; I any way vanish for no good reason. Not like anybody stalks this blog :( but well, in all fairness, it had vanished from the autosaved links on my very own browser as well. Gah, I've abandoned my flippant dreams of earning pots of money from this super successful blog and never having to do any &lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt; work. In fact, this blog is now so very deserted, I think it's safe to generally go back to being mean- the way Pot of Thoughts started out as- without a worry. People like mother must be shooed off soon. Persistent stalker she is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.: This routine of vanishing and re-appearing for one odd post and then vanishing again has done wonders for the "Blog"  label. This blog has never before received this much attention on this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-2490231299031773685?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2490231299031773685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=2490231299031773685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2490231299031773685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2490231299031773685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-template-inter-alia.html' title='New Template, inter alia'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-1437989673089562777</id><published>2010-01-29T06:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T07:04:37.582-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>Spasm of Creativity...</title><content type='html'>...takes over during the time before exams. Also, I must now make a list about the next couple of months. Joy! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Go to Delhi (that part of the year when posts will be under "Delhi Times").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Freeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Buy new sweaters from Allen Solly to prevent solidification of blood (Allen Solly has this buy one get one free on its winter wear)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Visit people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. SHOP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Watch Avatar (I know it's pathetic that I haven't yet, but I blame the fact that it's &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; house full :( )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standard Delhi plan. This time around, Pengy would also be in Delhi for an internship. So we shall all meet and go shopping together! What fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-1437989673089562777?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1437989673089562777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=1437989673089562777&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1437989673089562777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1437989673089562777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/01/flutter-of-creativity.html' title='Spasm of Creativity...'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-4201028532848081605</id><published>2010-01-24T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T05:29:07.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Babyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of us may not have a baby voice, but some of us &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;. It comes most handy while tyring to get something out of people (especially when you sense that it's not something they'd yield to ordinarily), while apologizing (it takes a very hard heart to resist the force of Ze Babyness), while making a ridiculous point which cannot be made in adultspeak but is extremely important in that conversation (&lt;i&gt;Illustration&lt;/i&gt;: when your argument primarily is that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;think so and therefore it's so). Clearly, adultspeak cannot achieve these miraculous outcomes and therefore the importance of babyness must not be dwarfed. It shouldn't be expected of us (the illuminated ones who use this weapon often) to form a secret society to bond over our style of babyness. In fact, the fact whether one knows about your babyness or not is an indicator of how well they know you/ how well you've let them know you. So, why be adult when you can be baby? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-4201028532848081605?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4201028532848081605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=4201028532848081605&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/4201028532848081605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/4201028532848081605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/01/babyness.html' title='Babyness'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-7743860068986351410</id><published>2010-01-21T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T03:53:09.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>New Template... In hope of developing good blogging habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am under a rather delusional impression that if I change my template to something refreshing, it would motivate me to blog more often. You see, in this spree of noticing patterns in my life, I have also noticed that I'd been the most content when I'd been blogging frequently. So this is an emergency side-post of sorts, to record this thought. I like purple so I hope to keep blogging to fill my life with more purple-ness. There. It's done. Have a good day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-7743860068986351410?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7743860068986351410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=7743860068986351410&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/7743860068986351410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/7743860068986351410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-template-in-hope-of-developing-good.html' title='New Template... In hope of developing good blogging habits'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-7548063480480977883</id><published>2010-01-09T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T03:14:28.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music and Productivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tend to be one of those who cannot for the life of her decide which band would have the distinction of being her "favourite". Neither can I listen to a particular band for weeks on end. I also cannot keep listening to new music because I simply cannot appreciate most music until I listen to it repeatedly, on loop, google the band, read about them and so on (not that my memory is very fond of &lt;i&gt;retaining &lt;/i&gt;most of what I read). This process usually spans  over a few days to a month or so- largely decided by the degree of my enchantment with the band. My current obsession is Death Cab for Cutie but I haven't been able to explore much of their music because of lack of access to well, most of their music. That's on my to-do list though, procuring their music. I think the most productive phases of my life have been those when I was constantly listening to new music. One possible explanation could be that it puts one's mind in motion and therefore it generally becomes more receptive and therefore, quicker and there more productive...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I also badly need to do an update on places to eat in Bangalore. NEED to update that tag. I've been to a couple of places since the last time I wrote on the subject. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, to spice things up- I shall bring to you the juciest details of recent exhibitions of Woogs' eccentricity. It's fascinating.... Next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-7548063480480977883?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7548063480480977883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=7548063480480977883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/7548063480480977883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/7548063480480977883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/01/music-and-productivity.html' title='Music and Productivity'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168462429204520973.post-3315501799966582747</id><published>2010-01-09T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T06:19:40.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Note to Self, Again</title><content type='html'>Don't lose control. Ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog is swiftly transforming into digital post-its to self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-3315501799966582747?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3315501799966582747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=3315501799966582747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/3315501799966582747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/3315501799966582747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-to-self-again.html' title='Note to Self, Again'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-5977851405094285239</id><published>2010-01-08T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T08:41:51.359-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Note to Self: Focus</title><content type='html'>On things that matter.&lt;div&gt;And that actually make a difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that are almost completely in your own hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No point mulling over unfairness. And things which tend to waste other precious things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-5977851405094285239?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5977851405094285239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=5977851405094285239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/5977851405094285239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/5977851405094285239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/01/note-to-self-focus.html' title='Note to Self: Focus'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-1487983262606157880</id><published>2010-01-07T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T05:36:12.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Being Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think it's high time I became nicer. In life. To people. Law school has a tendency to make you do/say things that wouldn't have ever crossed your mind had you not been here. Mundane, inconsequential comments about what people are doing, saying, thinking, wearing etc. It really would never bother anybody in any other environment perhaps. But in law school, since people are bored out of their wits when they're not dying under dead lines or want to be nasty while dying under deadlines for relieving pressure (I know, v sadistic)- which basically means all the time- they.... we often tend to be mean and horrible. It's not a nice thing and it should stop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So now I shall try v v hard to not be unnecessarily nasty (not that one ever needs to be necessarily nasty, but I shall save that liberty) and stay away from conversations that are less about the people taking part in it and more about people who're not there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While this is not particularly in the nature of a resolution &lt;i&gt;for &lt;/i&gt;the new year, but it nonetheless &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a resolution of sorts. This reminds me, I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to buy a 2010 diary and organizer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-1487983262606157880?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1487983262606157880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=1487983262606157880&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1487983262606157880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1487983262606157880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2010/01/being-nice.html' title='Being Nice'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-7684924012923202336</id><published>2009-12-20T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T11:04:56.315-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Beverage Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My tea/coffee maker has been operationalized! Inaugural beverage was &lt;a href="http://hul.co.in/brands/foodbrands/RedLabel.aspx"&gt;Red Label Nature Care&lt;/a&gt; (I expected it to also &lt;i&gt;taste &lt;/i&gt;of those herbs etc. but it tastes like ordinary tea) (but &lt;i&gt;yum&lt;/i&gt; ordinary tea). Guest tea taster was Woogs. In all my excitement, I put a bit too much tea so it was really, really strong. But it tasted fine! So now I'm all set. I feel powerful. *&lt;b&gt;toothy smile&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-7684924012923202336?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7684924012923202336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=7684924012923202336&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/7684924012923202336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/7684924012923202336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/12/beverage-maker.html' title='Beverage Maker'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-2013559265902261037</id><published>2009-12-12T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:47:30.245-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><title type='text'>Things to do</title><content type='html'>1. Finish projects&lt;div&gt;2. Go to town for town work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Go to town for chilling purposes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Restart workout regime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Finish other pending work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Clean room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. OPERATIONALISE TEA MACHINE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Wash clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Give woollens for DC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Get Secret Santa gift for kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Arrangements for other fun things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-2013559265902261037?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2013559265902261037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=2013559265902261037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2013559265902261037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2013559265902261037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/12/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-6373253081658574431</id><published>2009-12-11T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:31:28.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>3 days to go...</title><content type='html'>... and then I'm &lt;i&gt;free&lt;/i&gt; for 5-6 days after which prep for mid term will commence. However, in major state of penury now given large amounts of money given up for organisation of mid law school partayyy (yeay! re mid law school) and hyderabad class trip for this course we're doing. Should be fun. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog has become &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-6373253081658574431?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6373253081658574431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=6373253081658574431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/6373253081658574431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/6373253081658574431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-days-to-go.html' title='3 days to go...'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168462429204520973.post-2289991689366072870</id><published>2009-12-08T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T03:38:03.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If having to look at a thoroughly bored face while I'm shopping is one of the worst things that happens, then I guess it's all good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-2289991689366072870?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2289991689366072870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=2289991689366072870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2289991689366072870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2289991689366072870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-having-to-look-at-thoroughly-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-1889170693862932324</id><published>2009-12-01T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:59:00.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Kaju Katli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't yet operationalised my tea/coffee machine. I intend to do that v v soon (like tonight) given my current state of penury as well as the mountain of workload before me.* Fish has happy things happening in her life. *&lt;b&gt;giggles&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My new found love is kaju katli (or burfi). I LOVE. Really. Almost as much as chocolate. Mmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight is debate par-tayyy but I didn't go because none of my friends were going so I'd get bored + work + prior commitment of sorts *&lt;b&gt;giggles at prior commitment&lt;/b&gt;* Said prior commitment got most entertaining towards the end of it when all concerned persons engaged in heated debate over contentious issue. Apart from that it was mostly just the girls and their banter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have branded most of my belongings with these cute stickers which I got from the UK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm in that state where I don't really want to go home but I also don't want to be here. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*- Ok well it's not &lt;i&gt;all that much &lt;/i&gt;work, but still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-1889170693862932324?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1889170693862932324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=1889170693862932324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1889170693862932324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1889170693862932324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-havent-yet-operationalised-my.html' title='Kaju Katli'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-7517537661682366894</id><published>2009-11-29T01:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:57:41.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Boredom is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-7517537661682366894?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7517537661682366894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=7517537661682366894&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/7517537661682366894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/7517537661682366894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/11/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168462429204520973.post-2776462906540730306</id><published>2009-11-29T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:50:26.700-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Would you like a cup of tea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm thinking of operationalising my tea/coffee maker. It's been lying in my room since the past couple of months while I've been spending away hundreds of rupees on mediocre tea. Tea that I get at 10 am at the earliest. Tea which doesn't come early enough to keep me awake during first hour of class. Tea that I have to race down the hallway for. Tea that costs me 5 bucks a cup (not bad, really, but given the dash down the hallway, it should be cheaper). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The benefits of operationalising the machine in question are manifold but I shall jot down the costs first:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. 120 bucks a trimester on electricity bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Investment in tea leaves and creamer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Need to regularly clean the tray which would eventually house my mugs and the ingredients for tea/coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Investment in a bed side stool on which the concerned machine would sit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The benefits:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Tea at 820 am everyday before I head to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Therefore I can stay awake during first hour as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Yummy leaf tea, lemon tea and whatever other kind of tea I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. MILKY COFFEE &lt;b&gt;*glee*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Free tea whenever I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Definitely works out cheaper because 100 bucks worth ingredients should last me a trimester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Tea in my own mug &lt;b&gt;*glee*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Opportunity to say "would you like a cup of tea" to people who come to my room. So domestic! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. CREAMY tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right. So the benefits clearly outweigh the costs. So I think I perhaps SHOULD operationalise this machine :) I need to ask Fish if she wishes to reap the benefits of this wonder machine, in which case she will split the costs with me- else it's just me and my machine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-2776462906540730306?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2776462906540730306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=2776462906540730306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2776462906540730306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2776462906540730306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/11/would-you-like-cup-of-tea.html' title='Would you like a cup of tea?'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-1748087703257662645</id><published>2009-11-28T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:43:10.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woogs'/><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't have anything exciting to do over the looong weekend (25th-28th Dec). Woogs and I are mostly in this together and we need to plan something fun FAST. Aats is also likely to join us. Maybe even CrazyV and a couple others. Well, we tried booking tickets and acco in Pondi, Coorg and some other places like a month back but every inexpensive place is booked out :( In this condition of despondency, the two of us came up with a mall-hopping plan. Erm, well, it's basically combining what both of us like- her: travel and "funky" things, me: shopping :) But we can't possibly do this for FOUR days. This long weekend is PERFECT to go somewhere nearby and I've &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; been out of Bangalore on a weekend trip :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While typing this post, a brilliant idea struck me. I love you, blog :) I shall now wait and watch if this plan works out. Wheeeee.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-1748087703257662645?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1748087703257662645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=1748087703257662645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1748087703257662645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1748087703257662645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168462429204520973.post-8843339992915376944</id><published>2009-11-26T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T04:05:03.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>When Confused...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;... pick a finger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or if it's an important-ish decision, pick chits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Best of 3/best of 5 should be decided beforehand. If you feel like you're "losing" at some point, then the decision is made for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-8843339992915376944?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8843339992915376944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=8843339992915376944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/8843339992915376944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/8843339992915376944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-confused.html' title='When Confused...'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-6333182952399205546</id><published>2009-11-23T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T08:02:10.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Recently Visited</title><content type='html'>You know something is really wrong with your interest levels in your blog when it doesn't show up in the drop down menu of your  browser (recently visited websites). I now know something is really wrong with mine. Any way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Places that I have &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; recently visited are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Oxford&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Cambridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..in that order :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes so we did all sorts of touristy things in quite a non-touristy manner. We walked in and out of colleges in Oxford (I can hear the woooos), hopped on and off local buses in London and did most of our touring that way and took pictures of each other at the "postcard scene" in  Cambridge which is this breathtaking view from a mini bridge sort of a structure in Kings college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jetlag allows me to write only this much (and make sense, ie). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-6333182952399205546?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6333182952399205546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=6333182952399205546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/6333182952399205546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/6333182952399205546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/11/recently-visited.html' title='Recently Visited'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-2143095419747396935</id><published>2009-11-03T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T04:27:20.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aats'/><title type='text'>Dear Diary Type (highly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think blogging has gradually become a holiday thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*shakes head disapprovingly*&lt;/span&gt;. I have a short break now and then some exciting things to do later this month. More importantly, however, I realise my own household is like Blandings Castle. Much, much like it. Which is why (apart from the very obvious reason that it's super funny) I'm inclined to read the series because it's highly entertaining as I can imagine my own mother in Lady Hermione's shoes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met TC yesterday and it was much much fun! We did all sorts of fun girly things. I went through all her cool architecture work with wonderstruck eyes and she showed me all of her stationery and this fascinating dry crayon thing which you shave off (like powder) from the chalk thing and smudge onto the sheet of paper. Fascinating. I looked at all her pretty pretty blueprint type maps (or whatever they call it!) and felt supremely proud of her and all that. Then we jointly looked at her perfume collection and made notes on what I should buy. I tried out her facewash and lipbalm which was incredibly fruity and delicious. I bought one of my own the same day. She fed me lots and lots of ferrero rocher, pizza and coke (heaven) and then it was time for me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is in town and we've been doing sisterly things like analysing the world around us (which basically involves either of us ranting or narrating events from our life and the other rationalising it all out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; chronicle all the lovely presents I got for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Purple- Lots and lots of things which formed parts of serious-serious gift and jokes. On me. Well, more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;about &lt;/span&gt;me. So I was very pleased and fascinated and had a fun fun time going through all that stuff. The serious-serious bit would include a Wodehouse (which introduced me to Blandings... Full Moon, if you must know), lip balm, really cool collage things, chocolate, STATIONERY... basically everything I like.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fish- Adorable pink bag from Jute Cottage. It now serves as one of my town bags. Annnnnnd, my panda, who's been named Boo Boo Bear (I know he's not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but it just fits and that's hardly the point). He also wears a cute striped pink tee (he came with it. I didn't put it on!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Aats- Breakfast at Tiffany's :) She only gifts books and must have been harrowed trying to get me a book that I'll actually READ and not take 500 years to get past p. 100 of.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chick- Collection of cute little things from Archies which include a notepad and a baby pen of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;5. S- Kurta from Cottons which came in this precious cotton pouch type thing, lemon soap and lemongrass face spray from Fab and bottles and bottles of nailpolish :D&lt;br /&gt;6. Pengy- Beautiful bluish purple stole with subtle shiny things on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I'm content and feel very loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall add updates on belated presents :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATES:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;7. Woogs- Stuff from Fab- This cool moisturising soap (it's got some exotic ingredient which I keep forgetting :() and an exfoliating body scrub thing. I have a bath collection from Fab now :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;8. Screechy- Pretty purple wallet and Gobul (this really cute orange thing which lights up when you shake it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;9. Screechy's double- Black velvet gloves and Tintin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-2143095419747396935?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2143095419747396935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=2143095419747396935&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2143095419747396935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2143095419747396935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-diary-type-highly.html' title='Dear Diary Type (highly)'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-8986667327408960775</id><published>2009-08-25T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:53:19.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love Bombay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places To Eat'/><title type='text'>Notes From the Past Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Last Tuesday, we were told we're on break till 31st August (Swine Flu protocol). Whee! So off I came to Delhi because I had some entanglements with CrazyV which needed to be sorted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. Delhi is HUMID. Delhi's public transport is screwed up. Delhi cannot take TWO HOURS of downpour without getting all jammed up, whiny and horrid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The fateful day when Delhi made news because it rained from 2 p.m. to 4 p.m. on a Friday afternoon, CrazyV and I were at this library right in front of the Supreme Court which is like 30 minutes from the place where I stay. Post-downpour, the streets were clogged, most autos stopped working, buses refused to show up at bus stops and people got really cranky! CrazyV and I were left stranded on the streets of Delhi for some 3.5 hours during which we hitchhiked, yelled at autos, walked all the way to Khan Market, asked 1893462684902 people for directions to Khan Market, made conversation with a police guard person who (after telling us off for not knowing the way to Khan, and giving us incorrect directions observed that I looked like I "about to burst into tears" any time soon), and finally ate and ate and ate at Khan. We first celebrated with blueberry cheesecake at Big Chill. Then windowshopped for a while. Then had pizza at Chicago Pizza. Finally went to Coffee Day and asked for the veg burger which looked YUM. But they were out of burgers. So we had this clubsandwich which was &lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt;. All this while, my phone had conked off and her phone was in an about-to-die-DEAD-resurrected-about-to-die-again mode. Finally her parents made it to Khan, picked us up and deposited us in the safety of our homes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realized then how much cooler Bombay &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;is. All this while I thought the whole "Bombay resilience" thing was overrated and that any city would be that way during strained times. WRONG. First, Bombay's public transport doesn't just stop functioning because of 2 hours of rain. Second, regular people on the streets of Bombay are soo much more helpful. And they're not always out to get you. Sigh. And they're NICE to you when you ask for directions instead of scoffing. Also, they can even be chivalrous at times. Such courtesy cannot be even dreamed of in Delhi. As in, ok, I like the city for its shopping, nice wide roads (which it is lucky for having solely because it's the capital and because of the Games (construction for which is any way majorly screwed because of general incompetence)) and movie halls and malls etc., but it lacks &lt;em&gt;niceness&lt;/em&gt; and unity and love and affection and sunshine and stars and flowers and the smell of fresh cotton... you get the drift. As in I like the city and all that jazz, but well, I think I like it a little less than I used to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. I went to this huge huge mall called DLF Place yesterday. I must go there again. More importantly, I must go Sarojini Shopping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. It was CrazyV's surprise birthday par-tay yesterday which was lots of fun. Vegetarian food &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; be really, really yum. There! I've said it. She was &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; surprised (thank god). It was good fun to meet her friends and cousins. I'm generally this awkward person in social gatherings where I don't know most people present. But this wasn't awkward at all because there were connecting friends and connecting factors and common goss. So good fun. Plus CrazyV is a good host :D *&lt;strong&gt;giggles&lt;/strong&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think I should have a label called "Delhi Times" given I visit this place so often. Gah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-8986667327408960775?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8986667327408960775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=8986667327408960775&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/8986667327408960775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/8986667327408960775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/notes-from-past-week.html' title='Notes From the Past Week'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-3467166941670823263</id><published>2009-08-15T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:02:47.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woogs'/><title type='text'>Saturday Feels Like Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Saturday morning feels like Sunday morning. Fish and I were up quite early (830ish) and have been working like good children. We cleaned our room, changed bedcovers, put things where they belong. Sigh. Feels good. &lt;i&gt;Need&lt;/i&gt; to derive joy from simple things in life (like room cleaning). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pengs has been in hibernate mode since last night and Woogs is perpetually in hibernate mode. Pengs has moved into Woogs' room since Aats is away for the weekend. So you can imagine how much hibernation must be happening in that room. Quite funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among other news, I read this fascinating thesis on the history of hair removal in America. Here: &lt;a href="http://www.barnard.edu/history/sample%20thesis/Kirsten%20Hansen%20thesis%20pdf.pdf"&gt;http://www.barnard.edu/history/sample%20thesis/Kirsten%20Hansen%20thesis%20pdf.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plus, an economic analysis of bus accidents in Delhi: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourdelhistruggle.com/2009/07/23/blueline-bus-menace/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(148, 46, 6); "&gt;http://ourdelhistruggle.com/&lt;wbr&gt;2009/07/23/blueline-bus-&lt;wbr&gt;menace/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-3467166941670823263?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3467166941670823263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=3467166941670823263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/3467166941670823263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/3467166941670823263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturday-feels-like-sunday.html' title='Saturday Feels Like Sunday'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168462429204520973.post-6335145383462750339</id><published>2009-08-14T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T06:52:04.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woogs'/><title type='text'>Never Let Me Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you may have noticed, I am done with Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. Credit to Fish for introducing me to Ishiguro (and Woogs for lending me her copy of the book). Loved it. I think I'd have cried* towards the end of the book had I not been in class while reading the last 120 pages. What I do think is that it wasn't really all that mysterious because I could guess... what was happening. But that really doesn't take much away from the book because it's beautifully written. Simple. Straightforward. But not quite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*- It's not very uncommon for me to cry while reading. Hee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-6335145383462750339?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6335145383462750339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=6335145383462750339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/6335145383462750339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/6335145383462750339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-let-me-go.html' title='Never Let Me Go'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-1840248962807960092</id><published>2009-08-14T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T04:40:57.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Long Weekend (May skip if in cheerful mood because this is a dampener)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Long weekend is here and I am on campus. &lt;i&gt;Working&lt;/i&gt;. I don't particularly mind it given I don't really have any such "home" to go to, but I &lt;i&gt; could&lt;/i&gt; have gone out with friends and chilled. CrazyV and half the world I know is going home. I want to go out but can't because of the darned flu and work. I really, really, really want to go out. I even have a town list.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among other depressing news, my phone's "simtray" has stopped functioning which is why it doesn't recognise any sim. I've given it off for repair and am now using Pengy's spare for the time being. Thanks, Pengs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I told you "Rants" would be receiving a steady stream of posts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-1840248962807960092?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1840248962807960092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=1840248962807960092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1840248962807960092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/1840248962807960092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-weekend-may-skip-if-in-cheerful.html' title='Long Weekend (May skip if in cheerful mood because this is a dampener)'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-3258368801771608690</id><published>2009-08-11T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:47:53.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Blurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past few days were a blur given the amount of work almost everyone in law school had. Every second person was dying to meet some deadline or the other. I don't think I've ever taken this much upon myself. &lt;i&gt;Ever. &lt;/i&gt;And yes, I &lt;i&gt;have &lt;/i&gt;taken it upon myself. It all sounds like fun when you're signing up for it, it &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;fun when it comes through, but the interim is sheer agony. The good thing is that most of us are in it so you're not the only one who's up late into the night trying to figure out which test you should use to prove a conflict is "international" in nature or whether the crimes  committed have nexus with the armed conflict. Also, since most of us are working on different areas, it's interesting to talk about (and bitch about) what we're working on with the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among other news, I haven't heard from BFA in a very long time, but I guess it's justified given he's got most exciting things happening in his life right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think "Rants" is going to receive a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; of entries in the near future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-3258368801771608690?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3258368801771608690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=3258368801771608690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/3258368801771608690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/3258368801771608690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/blurry.html' title='Blurry'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168462429204520973.post-6467273495512235013</id><published>2009-08-07T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:44:16.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Fish S (Say it out loud!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spoke to S for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ages&lt;/span&gt; but it felt like 15 minutes. No amount of time is enough to catch up. We shared crazy stories from our lives and gave and took advice. Obv, sister knows best. The point of this post is to drill down the fact that I wish she were here. Sigh. It's scary to think that we might never again be living in the same city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, Fish has been shoulder-to-cry-on-person today (and in the past also, during those rare moments when I've been bugged enough to need/want one). Quite literally. It wasn't my best day and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ideally&lt;/span&gt;, I shouldn't be putting it up here because of the whole shouldn't-focus-on-negative-energy thing. However, this is a positive thing really because I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually &lt;/span&gt;talking about how super Fish is when she's in console-mode. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; it. We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get&lt;/span&gt; each other. Which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to all things happy and I hope all the annoying little flies in our lives are swatted by the hands of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-6467273495512235013?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6467273495512235013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=6467273495512235013&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/6467273495512235013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/6467273495512235013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/fish-s-say-it-out-loud.html' title='Fish S (Say it out loud!)'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-3113393217464361893</id><published>2009-08-06T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T10:36:26.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants'/><title type='text'>Association</title><content type='html'>Songs&lt;br /&gt;Places&lt;br /&gt;Movies&lt;br /&gt;Lines in books&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;Fragrances&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;Scenes off movies/TV series&lt;br /&gt;Phantom conversations (!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you NOT associate things with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Must not associate. Must not associate. Must not associate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I have SO many phantom conversations that I tend to forget which ones were for real and which ones were in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-3113393217464361893?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3113393217464361893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=3113393217464361893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/3113393217464361893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/3113393217464361893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/08/association.html' title='Association'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-2915654912261082883</id><published>2009-07-29T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:48:32.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places To Eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acquisitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Belated Tales of Breakfast at Koshy's, Getting Lost in Blossom and Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a rather belated post on the tales from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday was well spent with an early morning breakfast at Koshy's. Fish and I lamented about our lack of options in the menu because we don't eat port or beef. At this point Purple and Woogs pointed out that it was our choice but honestly, we maintain that we get turned off by the smell of non-chicken meat so that's not much of a choice there. So I ended up having this cheese omlette with bread-butter. Yum, but not worth the money it cost me! Fish had her usual omlette, chips, bread-butter. Mmm. If we had our way, we'd alternate between Koshy's and Mojo's breakfast every Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan was to go only to Koshy's and then get back to campus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However&lt;/span&gt;, Purple convinced the rest of us to check out the movies for the day at Fame. So we did that. After much debate, we decided to NOT watch Harry Potter or Luck (yurgh) or some-random-movie-which-I-don't-remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded to spend an hour at Blossom, getting lost in racks of books *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slurp&lt;/span&gt;* Now, before anybody objects, I must tell you that I'm essentially a book hoarder. I'm lazy so I usually end up taking AGES to finish a book. Plus, law school work makes sure that when I'm free, I go to sleep then. But essentially, I'm quite a lazy reader. If a book doesn't interest me and I think it's not going to add to me in any way at all, then based on this mini cost-benefit-analyse, I decide to stop reading that book. Honestly, what's the point in reading a book which you KNOW is going to be fruitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Anyway. I picked up 3 books, Purple picked up some 15 odd (Yes. Freak. But they're all the pacy thriller type), Fish picked one and Woogs... I don't remember. I was too busy noticing her antics *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wild laughter&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we packed up like good children and returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other tales......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Work- Boring and Otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish: Duuuuuude, I'm bored of this case on temple entry rights.&lt;br /&gt;BO: Duuuuuude, I'm tired of this 300 page case. But now I'm moving to the 100 page one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish: Hahahahaah, still reading your 100 page case?&lt;br /&gt;BO: Hahahaah, still reading your temple case?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I vicariously shopped for Fish today. Glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have been convinced by Fish to watch One Tree Hill right from Season 1. Fine. I will try and procure the dvds from somehwere (too lazy to stream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note In General:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you notice how people tend to read and re-read sad literature or listen to sad music over and over again? Usually. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not particularly crazy about U2, but this is one of the songs I like. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;U2- Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My imeem.com isn't working right now, so please get it and listen to it on your own, ok? OK? Good. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-2915654912261082883?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2915654912261082883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=2915654912261082883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2915654912261082883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2915654912261082883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/belated-tales-of-breakfast-at-koshys.html' title='Belated Tales of Breakfast at Koshy&apos;s, Getting Lost in Blossom and Work'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7168462429204520973.post-4473561401178673015</id><published>2009-07-24T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:43:12.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woogs'/><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rakhi on NDTV Imagine.... &lt;i&gt;Subscription fee paid by the General Welfare Committee to the TATA Sky people&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rakhi on Youtube.... &lt;i&gt;Part of the Infrastructure fee paid by us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woogs' rendition of Rakhi.... &lt;i&gt;Priceless&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-4473561401178673015?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4473561401178673015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=4473561401178673015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/4473561401178673015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/4473561401178673015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-8116316358163486478</id><published>2009-07-23T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:50:04.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Dinner Table Conversation and Other Ploys Employed By Woogs To Grab Attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Picture this. Nine 20 year olds or thereabouts huddled around a table in the mess musing at the shockingly yum paneer and taking each other's trip. Please note, this congregation includes the very freaky Woogs, the Aats, the Fish, Her Craziness CrazyV, ze Pengy and obviously BO. While these unsuspecting creatures may &lt;i&gt;think &lt;/i&gt;BO is a benign observor of the comic tales Woogs oft offers at such gatherings, she was taking in minute details, only to reproduce them on these hallowed pages, Privileged Reader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amidst laughter and giggles....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woogs tries to engage her audience in what she thought would be an interesting story to hear (heh)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woogs: &lt;i&gt;starts saying something about a dream she had last night. Speech is interspersed with giggles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No body is listening... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aaa-ditty solicits extra cheese from people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fish: Nobody wants to listen to your story, Woogs... (laughs in head, I'm sure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woogs: NO they ASKED for it. I shall tell story. SO. I'm standing in the middle of Nags with Fish and Pengy. Suddenly, a car stops and Mr. Pengy steps out all suited up (BO comment: Suit up in Barney style!) and asks Pengy to get dressed in 5 if she wants to go out with him to this dinner thing. Pengy obviously ditches Fish and me-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pengy gurgles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fish: Haww would you do that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pengy: (shamelessly) Of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woogs: (regaining the lost attention of the audience (mentally curses Fish for diverting attenting away from her for a second), I'm sure)) OK. SO. Pengy is gone. Then Fish says "SLR work" and runs away and I'm left alllll alone in the middle of Nags, right in front of the ATM machine.... all alone... (fake sob)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this point people start asking clarifications about the last bit because most didn't grasp the end....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aats: Guys, BASICALLY this is a sob story of how everyoe deserted Woogs and ran off. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woogs: (tries to put on pathetic looks of cuteness which do NOT work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rest of the girls zone out (or have already zoned out) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Post dinner, Woogs tries another one of her secret weapons of grabbing attention. So we're standing in front of the mess when she asks me to "identify the tune that she's whistling". At this point Aats and I starting guffawing. Consequently, the Woogs whistle was, urm, terminated. Rather automatically. At which point &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of us started guffawing. However, ultimately Woogs did manage to be the centre of attention once again (and NOT for a Rakhi reason for once) when she did the cat call thing to CrazyV. It was truly, truly hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-8116316358163486478?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8116316358163486478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=8116316358163486478&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/8116316358163486478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/8116316358163486478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/dinner-table-conversation-and-other.html' title='Dinner Table Conversation and Other Ploys Employed By Woogs To Grab Attention'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-5381968355959197937</id><published>2009-07-20T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T09:59:46.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places To Eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acquisitions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woogs'/><title type='text'>Rakhi Mania Continues and Other Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Increased interaction with CrazyV has begun. She's the monitor of the gang and I'm grateful for that. As long as I'm given flexible deadlines (hee) to work on, I'm a happy soul. Surprisingly, &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; asked me to asked her to work which is when I gave mental self a mental hi five (not like I was working then, but still!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rakhi mania is almost as high as ever next door (hallowed portals of Woogs &amp;amp; Aats) but it seems to have cooled down a bit amongst the others, like Pengy (the one who looks and talks like a Penguin). &lt;i&gt;However&lt;/i&gt;, Woogs and Aats cannot be deterred. It has been brought to my notice that Woogs and equally weird friend who is now in Delhi sign off (on gtalk) with a sombre "&lt;i&gt;Jai Rakhi&lt;/i&gt;". &lt;i&gt;No one&lt;/i&gt; other than Woogs can pull this off &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; be funny (as opposed to idiotic). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Among other news, yesterday, I'd gone out for a neat lunch at The Only Place on Museum Road. We headed to Blossom after that and I bought SIX books. Much pleased with myself. My bookshelf is loaded with unread books. *&lt;b&gt;slurp&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-5381968355959197937?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5381968355959197937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=5381968355959197937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/5381968355959197937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/5381968355959197937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/rakhi-mania-continues-and-other-stories.html' title='Rakhi Mania Continues and Other Stories'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-2236389958474532629</id><published>2009-07-18T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:45:02.022-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places To Eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woogs'/><title type='text'>Sunday Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's only been a week but it seems like a month has passed by since we returned to law school. To-do lists have been made, to-do-listing notepad has been purchased (last trimester) (much to Fish's disapproval) and some plans for the term seem to be in place. It almost feels like a mound of work awaits me but the good part is that it's more or less the same for a lot of other people so we're in it together. Some entries in my to-do lists go like this: "think", "think and tell", "convince", "fruits". I don't know why I need to be prompted to "think". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fish, Woogs, Purple and I went to this place called The &lt;i&gt;Purple &lt;/i&gt;Cafe last night *&lt;b&gt;sniggers&lt;/b&gt;* where Woogs presented many of her pearls of whackiness. I have not been granted permission to write about her very many neighbours who are nothing short of freaks of nature, just like herself (I suspect it's &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; who attracts freaks rather than it being a complete coincident), but I can tell you that she is rather inclined to start blogging herself and make her pearls of whackiness available to the general &lt;i&gt;junta. &lt;/i&gt;Let's keep our fingers crossed *&lt;b&gt;crosses fingers&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until the next time I find something actually interesting to write about.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S.: Turns out, Gmail has this new feature "Tasks" which lets you make to-do lists and when you're done with a particular task on the list, when you check the little box on the side, that entry gets struck off. JUST what I do with my manual to-do lists! Google &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-2236389958474532629?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2236389958474532629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=2236389958474532629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2236389958474532629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/2236389958474532629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-blah.html' title='Sunday Blah'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-5688104200082363721</id><published>2009-07-16T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:42:07.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BFA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abhu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Woogs'/><title type='text'>Regulars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regulars on this blog:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;- Sister and confidante. Sag. Tactless but funny. &lt;i&gt;The &lt;/i&gt;go-to person. Friend, philosopher, family- couldn't be truer. Her antics can be grasped in their entirety only after interacting with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Abhu&lt;/b&gt;- Friend from Bhubu. Partners in giggles. Lab buddies who fought over who does what during a lab experiment. Loyal BJB chaat consumers. Tonga partners! Capricorn. Scary goat who must be feared. By all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;TC&lt;/b&gt;- Friend from Bhubu who's intuitive skills are fresh in my mind. Fellow PTPL bunker. Tonga Partners! Scorpio girl who is surprisingly not scary but is the most protective person I know. So if you hurt me, she'll catch you and beat you up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Breath of Fresh Air&lt;/b&gt;- I knew and didn't know BFA for most part of my life in Bombay. BFA is a typical smart Sag from whom I've probably learnt the most. BFA's &lt;i&gt;actual&lt;/i&gt; name is Carby but he'll kill me if I call him that. So BFA it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Fish&lt;/b&gt;, the Piscean- Roommate and partner in crime and everything else. We complete each other's sentences and giggle without having to communicate because we think of the same thing at the same time. We are vying for the Dostana Award for which we'd (surely?) be nominated 3 years from now. Vote for us!!! BIBLIOPHILE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Woogs&lt;/b&gt;- Puny Libran who is OBSESSED with freaks of nature. She herself is a freak of nature. Almost everything around her is a freak of nature. BIBLIOPHILE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Aats&lt;/b&gt;- Tall. I'd &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;like to call  Woogs &amp;amp; Aats "Tall &amp;amp; Small" but it feels strange because I'm so accustomed to calling them Woogs &amp;amp; Aats. They're our neighbours in hostel. She's cold and ruthless but is somehow born under Pisces. Woogs &amp;amp; Aats are a riot together. When they're on a roll, they're &lt;i&gt;unstoppable&lt;/i&gt;. You will DIE laughing. BIBLIOPHILE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fish, Woogs &amp;amp; Aats constitute "The Girls". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Purple&lt;/b&gt;- Confidante, rant depot and problem solver. Virgo with Mercury in Libra so you can imagine &lt;i&gt;how much &lt;/i&gt;quibbling occurs between BlogOwner and Purple. Favourite pastime is making fun of me. It's so funny that I almost ask for it. Secretly, obviously (not so secret any more). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&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/7168462429204520973-5688104200082363721?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5688104200082363721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=5688104200082363721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/5688104200082363721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/5688104200082363721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/regulars.html' title='Regulars'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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-7168462429204520973.post-5092256238408090783</id><published>2009-07-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:51:10.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>Of New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, now, I don't want to be boring and discourse on the importance of renewing oneself. It's just that I really felt as though I was trapped in the old blog, much like when one feels one is in a rut. Now that I shifted into a new room where I'll be for 3 more years, it only seemed perfect to let go of azureline, the word that never really made much sense, yet I tried to explain it over and over again. And here I am. Here's to a whole new set of funny stories (there isn't a dearth of those here) and writings that would I look  back on and laugh/smile like I do when I go back and read azureline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azureline.blogspot.com"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; where we're taking off from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And the decision has been taken. Frequent blogging shall be the theme, with an aim to update at least once in  every two or three days. Sounds good, doesn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think I &lt;i&gt;must&lt;/i&gt; do a post introducing characters who shall feature on this blog on a regular basis. So that's what's going to be next.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7168462429204520973-5092256238408090783?l=freshtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5092256238408090783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7168462429204520973&amp;postID=5092256238408090783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/5092256238408090783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7168462429204520973/posts/default/5092256238408090783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://freshtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-new-beginnings.html' title='Of New Beginnings'/><author><name>Sneha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16468719973595090232</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></feed>
