<?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-15900625</id><updated>2012-02-06T15:33:26.018+05:30</updated><category term='memories'/><category term='my views'/><title type='text'>De Gedachte</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pavani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04348436204072462859</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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15900625.post-6275624924888287368</id><published>2011-09-06T19:45:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:48:38.277+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Leaving my home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was standing in the corridor of my kitchen with lots of thoughts in my mind. Shifting from this house made me kind of restless. I had lot of sweet memories associated with the house. Though a rented one, this was the house I entered 5 days after my marriage to dear hubby. It was beautiful one indeed. Had all the amenities and reasonable rent. I kind of loved staying here. I felt every nook and corner of the house was mine. I used to clean every part of it with great dedication. I remember those days when I used to come home early from office just to sip a coffee in the same corridor. I remember waking up at 6:00 just to watch sunrise from the corridor....the lake the sunrise...the yellowish reddish orangish clouds just refreshed me. I remember cleaning every bit of house just as if its mine and its not rented. I had lots of sweet memories associated with it..this locality seemed soo much familiar to me. Even I loved the journey from office to home. I wish I wish I seriously wish if I can stay here longer. But not everything is our hands. If at all dear hubby wants to gift me anything serious in our entiiiire life , I would love to buy a house in the same locality...my heart and soul stays here . I  envy those who are going to rent this apartment after us.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15900625-6275624924888287368?l=lpavani9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/feeds/6275624924888287368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15900625&amp;postID=6275624924888287368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default/6275624924888287368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default/6275624924888287368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/2011/09/leaving-my-home.html' title='Leaving my home'/><author><name>pavani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04348436204072462859</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-15900625.post-4759098379615542721</id><published>2011-04-19T18:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:48:03.964+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>My best moments with you !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanted to write this blog long back...nevertheless things did not permit&amp;nbsp; me. Since now I have lot of time to ponder over many things I got time to write this :) . This was on back of my mind from long long time. I used to think about writing a blog before I was carrying our child ,when used to wake up at 6:00 to watch sunrise and used to think about best moments with you. These were my bestest moments with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you asked me....”nannu pelli chesukuntava ? “ for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our first unofficial date on June 14th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When we confessed our love for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you told me that you fell for my smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our first month anniversary date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you took my hands in yours and kissed on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you said “ninnu chusthe ee manasu control lo vundadu”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you had tears in your eyes just because I left you at a eatery to go with my friend and you took a promise from me that I would never leave you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The way you looked at me when I was almost ready for reception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our entire trip to Goa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you cooked for me after marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Every-time when you say I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you were murmuring that you love me in your sleep and kissed me on my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you hug me from behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When you put sindhur on my forehead on special occasions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I was jumping in excitement after i knew i was pregnant and i saw lovely expression on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The way you care for me when I express any of my cravings to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The way you pat me sometimes to sleep now a days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These are the bestest of moments. There are many many many best and good moments. These 2 years were the best days with you !!! Love you soo much  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15900625-4759098379615542721?l=lpavani9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/feeds/4759098379615542721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15900625&amp;postID=4759098379615542721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default/4759098379615542721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default/4759098379615542721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-best-moments-with-you.html' title='My best moments with you !!'/><author><name>pavani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04348436204072462859</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-15900625.post-5328514576262085054</id><published>2008-03-28T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:47:21.968+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Main hoon na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kiska hai ye tumko, intezaar main hoon na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dekh lo idhar toh, ek baar, main hoon na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Khaamosh kyun ho, jo bhi kehna hai kaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dil chaahe jitna, pyaar utna maang lo ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tumko milega, utna pyaar, main hoon na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kabhi jo tum socho, ke tum ye dekho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Arre kitna mujhko tumse pyaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Toh chup mat rehena, ye mujhse kehena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Arre koyi kya aisa bhi yaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dil hi nahin de jaan bhi de jo tumhein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Toh main kahoonga sarkaar, main hoon na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kehne ki ho dil mein koyi baat, mujhse kaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Koyi pal ho din ho ya ho raat, mujhse kaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Koyi mushkil koyi pareshaani aaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tumhein lage kuchh thheek nahin haalaat, mujhse kaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Koyi ho tamanna ya ho koyi aarzoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rehena kabhi na beqaraar, main hoon na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15900625-5328514576262085054?l=lpavani9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/feeds/5328514576262085054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15900625&amp;postID=5328514576262085054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default/5328514576262085054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default/5328514576262085054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/2008/03/kiska-hai-ye-tumko-intezaar-main-hoon.html' title='Main hoon na...'/><author><name>pavani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04348436204072462859</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-15900625.post-5277296558413154371</id><published>2008-02-20T16:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:13:41.609+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my views'/><title type='text'>tum chalo...Hindustan chale....</title><content type='html'>I saw this fantastic video in utkarsh's orkut video collection.....liked this video very much. In fact it has been always my principle. I always believed in this. Change in a country starts from an individual....We the citizens can make our dream land....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Change urself u will change the country".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess no politician, no protagonist can change the country. India being a very big nation, pastiche of cultures its of course not possible for the so called leaders and boosters to change the country in a jiffy. Neither were these set of people successful in motivating the civilians in these many years. In my view its the citizens who can change the country. I don't mean people should start a revolution or open awareness campaigns or collect a mob and start educating them....:P. But do change somethings which u can in ur daily life....which may inspire some other people . Now on the other side of the coin..even if this doesn't inspire anyone u are of course giving the country a good citizen by committing urself for doing small things..which can be characterized as minimum duty of a citizen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've observed many Indians (sorry no offense meant...its strictly according to some people I observed) who boast of themselves to be very clean and civilized and some serve many other countries better,talk about great roads of foreign countries their rules and regulations....the same person( throws even a piece of paper recklessly on the road just like any uncivilized individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every one of us read traffic rules and regulations in our primary school I guess. Do we really follow them?? We all know fundamental rights of an individual in democratic country like India...does anyone really remember fundamental duties of an individual and do we really follow them ???..Growing a single plant(if u want u can grow a garden even..:P)...following traffic rules...following clean green city policies...standing against corruption...utilizing right to vote properly....having a small thought that i'm architect of modern India.. I guess it doesn't disturb any of ur daily chores. May be it will inspire any other individual living along with u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Whatever i'm saying are purely my views on this topic...no offense meant to hurt anyone......but I strongly believe in the concept TUM CHALO......HINDUSTAN CHALE....In my view this is the best way we can see new India.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15900625-5277296558413154371?l=lpavani9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/feeds/5277296558413154371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15900625&amp;postID=5277296558413154371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default/5277296558413154371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default/5277296558413154371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/2008/02/tum-chalohindustan-chale_7279.html' title='tum chalo...Hindustan chale....'/><author><name>pavani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04348436204072462859</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-15900625.post-5079048720242143312</id><published>2008-02-18T12:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:47:21.968+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Best moments of btech life......</title><content type='html'>1)The excitement i got after seeing admin building when i entered into the campus for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Freshers party.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Appreciations i got from my friends when i performed duet dance in 3rd sem with charan teja sir my immediate senior on the song naku neeku nokia.(I did'nt win a prize. My dance was not worth it. But my frnds cudn't believe that i danced on the stage :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)The moment i got D grade in DAA(Design and Analysis of Algorithms)....when i expected i wud get F in that [:P].....(i will never forget that stupid idiotic sanjeev DAA faculty who troubled whole class with his stupid marking system and stupid strategies). This happened in my 3rd sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)The elation i got when i scored 8.81 (i wanted to get above 8.5 that sem....because i got too less in DAA(Design and Analysis of Algorithms) ...d grade as i mentioned :P) in my 4th sem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Dance practise of 2 dance grps (one with my seniors juniors and batchies....and one with my batchies.....) in 5th sem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Lucknow trip with shweta swadha rishvi during (dec 30- jan 1st 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)My first job in life....tcs@ july 17th..... (first round of placements)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Relief when i got thru AMDOCS..(in second round of placements)....after a full tensed up horrible week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)The moment i saw posts about me in b2k4 community of orkut  written by my dearest batchies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Every moment of last 20 days in IIITA when i spent time with all my best frnds...ashita,rishvi,pratap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)The last examination(unofficially) of btech life...SMS exam..easiest question paper i ever answered....(though i got b+ in tht exm...)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally whole btech life.....was memorable one.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15900625-5079048720242143312?l=lpavani9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/feeds/5079048720242143312/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15900625.post-114265273918232272</id><published>2006-03-18T08:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:47:21.969+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>The City of Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Matchless in beauty and landscape,The City of Destiny,Visakahapatnam, the Port city is the jewel on the eastern coast of India.It is a harmonious blend of the magical past and the bustling present with a breath taking panorama of golden beaches, lush green fields, verdant valleys and splendid monuments.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know..whether i will be able to go visakha agn....but i will never forget those wonderful days i spent there....my house,MIG-116/3,M.V.P Colony.....dearest little sister cum neighbour,kalyani, waking me up everyday early morning.....saying""Akka le.Podunna ayyindi...."".....with her sweet voice....aunty's(Kalyani's mom) tea at evening 5:00.....little angles school.....NH-5 road tht comes in way to my college...bakery beside my house...jagadamba centre...vekojipalem bus stand.....the way i used to tease chaitanya,my classmate cum neighbour....my bst frnds roja,sarika....Ram Mohan rao sir,patnaik sir....if i start telling all these...may be this list will never end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After inter 2nd yr..i knew i had to leave vizag...it was very difficult to make up my mind......but i controlled my emotions as a new life ahead,galvanizing me....But it continuously pricked in my mind...tht i shud remain in vizag forever..tht cud be possible if i pursued my engineering in gitams or AU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This i felt this deeply the very moment i stepped down the train to alld....while we were coming to this institute in auto rickshaw my thoughts were revolving around,vishakhapatnam....thinking....i still had chance...i still had chance to go back to vizag and join in gitams.....just for sake of vizag.....though i had no interest in joining EAMCET at all......so tht i can be in vizag for 4 more yrs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can enjoy aunty's tea and kalyani's company..and my frnds..evrything i cud get back agn....the whole journey my mind was befuddled....like this way thinking whole of journey i reached this institute in 30 min...thts all...all my thoughts ended....i was little excited seeing buildings of the institute....i finally agreed to join this institute..and finally found my.."City of Destiny"...now i really miss vizag.Hope i get chance to go back to vizag again.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15900625-114265273918232272?l=lpavani9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/feeds/114265273918232272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15900625&amp;postID=114265273918232272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default/114265273918232272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15900625/posts/default/114265273918232272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/2006/03/city-of-destiny_17.html' title='The City of Destiny'/><author><name>pavani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04348436204072462859</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-15900625.post-112526422364327593</id><published>2005-08-29T02:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:47:21.969+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>I hate mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the day i hate most in all the week days.Normally, any school or college student hates this day becoz this day starts after a holiday.But i hate this day even though it is a weekend for us.I used to like this day from my childhood becoz i would go to school and spend time with friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I began to hate this day from the very first day i joined here.This day looked gloomy for me when compared to other days of the week.My Monday starts with paranthas ( my hostel's breakfast) , though i like paranthas my mess cook makes me abhor them and hence my day starts at 11:00A.M(hey but i am a good girl,rest of the days i wake up at 8:00A.M. ;-)).Next comes the lunch.Kudos to my mess cook who can make it an indistinguishable dish.You can only make out its a pulao by looking into the mess menu.Even our only savior, "canteen" remains closed till 4:00 in the evening on this great day.So having no scope for an escape.....i am impelled to take lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Next comes the college work.....next day,tuesday being the most hectic day for us...we have classes from 9:00 in the morning to 6:30 in the evening without a break.The same with wednesdays and thursdays .A single thought of the forth coming week days makes me more gloomy......almost all the assignments we have to submit or quizes we write are scheduled on these days.So obviously monday does not seem to be a happy day for us...atleast for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work continues untill night......Next comes great dinner includes south Indian "sambar"(although its a dhabba in the name of sambar) and the vegetable which i hate most,brinjal.Our poor mess cook thinks of making sambar......but he himself dont know what he makes of it...its neither sambar nor dal.Retrospecting my moms words i have a little of uncategorized sambar with any home made pickle that my mom sends,which make me feel nostalgic.That completes my day.....the end of gloomy day......next day with a hope that a good break fast a good schedule and a good working day with good studies.......:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15900625-112526422364327593?l=lpavani9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lpavani9.blogspot.com/feeds/112526422364327593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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