<?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-8171248718088335041</id><updated>2011-12-15T08:22:02.469+05:30</updated><category term='office'/><category term='gurgaon'/><category term='MBA'/><title type='text'>The Moonlit Breezy Night!</title><subtitle type='html'>The Wind Blows, The Flowers Bloom,
Open Your Eyes, Here Comes The Moon!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Prerna Lal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890740399623703318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/SUAGIxwc8kI/AAAAAAAAB8E/F76N8Xtr1jY/S220/n656930580_3004112_7889.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171248718088335041.post-7888969044999693705</id><published>2008-12-10T21:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:34:40.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>School Days at their Best... rather put Days at their Best!</title><content type='html'>This is a small attempt to relive those memories spent in School, th best institution I went to, in my life, so far!&lt;br /&gt;St. Xavier’s School, Rajniwas Marg, Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;Charactors who will feature now &amp;amp; then:&lt;br /&gt;Richa Garg&lt;br /&gt;Kriti Sharma&lt;br /&gt;Prerna Lal (Yours Truly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those memorable pre pre-board days in class 10th when we had almost nothing to do in class but FUN, as the entire syllabus was almost taught. It was th time when we spent th entire day together with friends discussing th ongoing link-ups in school to everything that was remotely associated with th upcoming Board Exams! Th days, in a nutshell spelt Pure Fun!&lt;br /&gt;On one such eventful day, we had our 3rd &amp;amp; 4th periods free, which meant, going for break right after th 2nd period! Richa, Kriti &amp;amp; I, visibly elated, thought of finishing out Tiffin early on, and took out all th food in class. Kriti had bought this delicious Chiwda that we planned to take downstairs, Richa some home made usual lunch &amp;amp; I had some sandwiches that I tucked in my hands &amp;amp; all of us left th class, after sitting for some 10 min to eat up Richa’s food.&lt;br /&gt;Th class just opposite ours was of th notorious boys of class 11-E, who left no chance to pass comments on Girls, and one of them incidentally showed some stupid interest in me! As we left th class, came some hooting from th very group of boys that we visibly ignored &amp;amp; smirked at each other! It was now that I, being offended stopped to rudely stare at those guys, while Richa &amp;amp; Kriti kept walking &amp;amp; I was left some 15 sec behind. Realising this, I started moving faster &amp;amp; as soon as I reached th stairs, heavens know why(?!) , all of a sudden I slipped &amp;amp; I fell flat! Flat on th floor! All th sandwiches that I was holding were all over th stairs &amp;amp; I sat on th floor, unhurt &amp;amp; dazed! Richa &amp;amp; Kriti came running towards me, but before they could reach, came someone who dazed me further! I was caught completely unaware! Standing behind me was Mr. Miranda, our vice principal, who had th reputation to be Ultra strict when he wanted to be, and this time he had that look on his face! I kept staring at him without getting up, and then he shouted, “Whose food is this?”. Well, yeah it was confirmed now that he was quite upset with food lying all over th floor &amp;amp; this commotion that we had created right after th second period &amp;amp; to top it, th boys were still hooting in th background, maybe he was coming after hearing their voices &amp;amp; met us in th way!&lt;br /&gt;“Whose Food is this?” It was now that I came to my senses and stood up, unhurt... yeah (un)fortunately. Now before I could say something, coming out of my daze, he shifted his glance over to Kriti. I smiled at her &amp;amp; signalled her to keep quiet. But, for some God forsaken reason, she instead of looking sorry, started giggling! Yes, GIGGLING CONTAGIOUSLY, in front of Mr. Miranda, who was getting mad at us! Kriti Sharma was trying hard to calm herself down but couldn't control &amp;amp; just kept giggling! I stared at her for a second for this outrageous behaviour &amp;amp; then I too burst out laughing, as th entire scene came to my mind in a flash, th last being myself sitting comfortably on th floor for some 30 sec &amp;amp; staring at Mr. Miranda who was shouting! Now Kriti &amp;amp; I kept trying to suppress our laughter, in vein while Mr. Miranda was getting more &amp;amp; more furious, seeing us laugh on his face. That was one moment when I myself couldn’t believe my courage &amp;amp; control my emotions!&lt;br /&gt;We were very strictly asked to follow Mr. Miranda &amp;amp; were made to stand in front of his office. (Oh Shit!) It was now that sense got in &amp;amp; we realised th intensity of what had happened to us. Now, that we were adding to th glamour of his office, I started crying... CRYING CONTAGIOUSLY, and seeing me cry Kriti also started crying. And we sobbed &amp;amp; sobbed for some 5 min before Mr. Miranda came out &amp;amp; said hopelessly, “This is th problem with girls.” And he let us free. We after milling cluelessly for some time, eventually went downstairs &amp;amp; laughed for th entire 2 free periods remembering our outrageous behaviour &amp;amp; th two extreme emotional outbursts!&lt;br /&gt;Ah quite eventful &amp;amp; unforgettable it was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171248718088335041-7888969044999693705?l=prernalal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/feeds/7888969044999693705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171248718088335041&amp;postID=7888969044999693705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/7888969044999693705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/7888969044999693705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/2008/12/school-days-at-their-best-rather-put_10.html' title='School Days at their Best... rather put Days at their Best!'/><author><name>Prerna Lal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890740399623703318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/SUAGIxwc8kI/AAAAAAAAB8E/F76N8Xtr1jY/S220/n656930580_3004112_7889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171248718088335041.post-8524649808925328518</id><published>2008-05-09T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-01T01:35:21.003+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gurgaon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>A New Horizon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This post hopefully will gratify my urge to express my feelings, thats been postponed for a while &amp;amp; help in th purpose of some gainful self digging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Having completed my Engineering degree, I immediately opted for a for an MBA to gratify my quest of getting something more, being able to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smarter&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; "add value to my personality"! Consequently, my MBA program started before I could finish my final exams in Computer Engineering &amp;amp; I barely could get any break in between the two courses, but I was all merry as it was the beginning of a new Horizon for me, I was anxiously entering into a new territory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MBA classes started with me shifting to Gurgaon, away from home and to be honest, I was really excited about this part! I always felt that student life was incomplete without the Hostel Life &amp;amp; I didn't have much experiences with hostel, apart from the brief stint that I had in the 1st yr of my Engineering, where Soumya was with me all th time &amp;amp; I felt comfortably at home, even in the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this PG that I'd taken was fun in the beginning but eventually turned out to be '&lt;em&gt;Routine&lt;/em&gt;', we all used to look forward to weekends to get back home!&lt;br /&gt;So, Th very first time day in th B school made me all happy! Th school looked so professional &amp;amp; grand! It boasted of a huge tall building that made me drool at it for a while, for reasons best known to me &amp;amp; my Grad friends ;) . &lt;br /&gt;The first few days of my MBA were  apprehensive, I took my time to open up &amp;amp; that was because of th new surroundings, I virtually had to figure out my way in &amp;amp; outta th building th very first time! No matter how mature, confident &amp;amp; experienced we may think we are, new things surely bring a new sense of anxiety!&lt;br /&gt;The 1st sem of my MBA was fun, Each time I think about our Fresher's party I can't resist a smile! I was made th cultural head of the students council &amp;amp; I was so happy that It was all so lovely for me! I made friends, some good &amp;amp; some bad. Encountered guys who looked sweet &amp;amp; decent but turned out to be a lecher! But it all is worthwhile &amp;amp; I learned much about people &amp;amp; life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At th end of th 2nd sem, we are supposed to intern with corporates. I'm with Reliance Retail. It all seems like a vague &amp;amp; blurred memory, when I used to see these Gurgaon skyscrapers from a distance, it looked like it belonged to some other, distant world! And now I am working here in this 15 storeyed building, with a Singaporean look &amp;amp; feel to it. Now, I am a part of this corporate mob milling around this &lt;em&gt;'Cyber City' of Gurgaon. &lt;/em&gt;And suddenly on my way to this two storeyed multi specialty gym I realize that I've reached a new horizon! Th MBA has done th trick! Though I still think like an Engineer, th perspective has widened. Now I know whats WTO's trade policy &amp;amp; how to export Mangoes after taking APEDA registration ;)! Life's changing every minute &amp;amp; am reaching new places, meeting new people! It seems only yesterday that I passed out of school &amp;amp; joined Engineering and now I am standing here, in my Internship Organisation, ready for a presentation for th people who spoke this corporate gibberish &amp;amp; intricate trade &amp;amp; stock terms once!&lt;br /&gt;But in th end, its still th very same me, trying to explore &amp;amp; make a mark!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171248718088335041-8524649808925328518?l=prernalal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/feeds/8524649808925328518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171248718088335041&amp;postID=8524649808925328518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/8524649808925328518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/8524649808925328518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-horizon.html' title='A New Horizon!'/><author><name>Prerna Lal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890740399623703318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/SUAGIxwc8kI/AAAAAAAAB8E/F76N8Xtr1jY/S220/n656930580_3004112_7889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171248718088335041.post-7696742324691244595</id><published>2008-03-13T03:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:22:22.689+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Silent Emotion!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Silent Emotion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was a curious child till you took its hand in yours,&lt;br /&gt;Led it through those unexplored doors!&lt;br /&gt;Ahead was a dream not seen before,&lt;br /&gt;Unseen was the sight of the garden with Love galore!&lt;br /&gt;We kept moving into the dreamland, with eyes so fond,&lt;br /&gt;The breeze of Love kept afresh our bond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the paradise called ‘you’ as I enter,&lt;br /&gt;Up surging are the Emotions within me, so deep &amp;amp; tender!&lt;br /&gt;The embraces give me promises of a beautiful tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A life so bright &amp;amp; blissful without shades of sorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Then Comes A Silent Emotion that makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;This life that’s matured into your mate feels so worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eyes deep &amp;amp; hands warm we start this journey with our hearts so keen,&lt;br /&gt;Ahead this time lies a heaven with pleasures never seen;&lt;br /&gt;Moving further, comes a holy anxiety and trembling feet,&lt;br /&gt;Then reached is a high that nothing else can beat!&lt;br /&gt;I run with you on the ways of Love so endless, keeping pace where the spirits go relentless!&lt;br /&gt;As I halt, Comes A Silent Emotion that makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;This life that’s become your wife feels so worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambling with you as ‘man and wife’,&lt;br /&gt;Lived are the most enchanting moments of life!&lt;br /&gt;As another bright day approaches the horizon with you at my side,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the happiness of the coming joys that I can’t hide!&lt;br /&gt;As I look into your promising eyes, Comes A Silent Emotion that makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;With you in it, every moment in Life is just so worthwhile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171248718088335041-7696742324691244595?l=prernalal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/feeds/7696742324691244595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171248718088335041&amp;postID=7696742324691244595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/7696742324691244595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/7696742324691244595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/2008/03/silent-emotion-life-was-curious-child.html' title='A Silent Emotion!'/><author><name>Prerna Lal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890740399623703318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/SUAGIxwc8kI/AAAAAAAAB8E/F76N8Xtr1jY/S220/n656930580_3004112_7889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171248718088335041.post-2271576119947482785</id><published>2007-01-30T19:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:17:17.004+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My New Notebook PC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.systemaxdev.com/productmedia/htmlimages/cten/LenovoN100/N100-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.systemaxdev.com/productmedia/htmlimages/cten/LenovoN100/N100-front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a new Notebook PC, Lenovo NSeries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was toying with th idea of buying of buying a new PC for the past 6 months but it happened only in last Dec. The new PC looks great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has come with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intel Centriono Duo core 2 Processor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 GB RAM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DVD Recordable (Dual Layer) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.4" screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Original Win XP OS loaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fingerprint authentication&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 GB HDD etc etc. ( to be frank, I dont know rest of the technicalities myself!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its performance is good &amp;amp; am really enjoying the computing experience more than ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8171248718088335041-2271576119947482785?l=prernalal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/feeds/2271576119947482785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171248718088335041&amp;postID=2271576119947482785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/2271576119947482785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/2271576119947482785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-notebook-pc.html' title='My New Notebook PC!'/><author><name>Prerna Lal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890740399623703318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/SUAGIxwc8kI/AAAAAAAAB8E/F76N8Xtr1jY/S220/n656930580_3004112_7889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171248718088335041.post-5159111331619010373</id><published>2007-01-13T11:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-27T00:20:56.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Daffodils!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/ReMr4DDiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2cV_dYHWr-8/s1600-h/daffodils1+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/ReMr4DDiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2cV_dYHWr-8/s320/daffodils1+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035917050223139426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes some poetic verses that one reads in childhood keep coming back, start meaning alot &amp; remain special for the entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daffodils" by William Wordsworth is one such poem that I read in primary classes but it still holds very special to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daffodils&lt;/span&gt;" (1804)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all at once I saw a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;A host, of golden daffodils;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;And twinkle on the Milky Way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stretch'd in never-ending line&lt;br /&gt;Along the margin of a bay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand saw I at a glance,&lt;br /&gt;Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves beside them danced; but they&lt;br /&gt;Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poet could not but be gay,&lt;br /&gt;In such a jocund company:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought&lt;br /&gt;What wealth the show to me had brought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For oft, when on my couch I lie&lt;br /&gt;In vacant or in pensive mood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They flash upon that inward eye&lt;br /&gt;Which is the bliss of solitude;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart with pleasure fills,&lt;br /&gt;And dances with the daffodils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171248718088335041-5159111331619010373?l=prernalal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/feeds/5159111331619010373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171248718088335041&amp;postID=5159111331619010373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/5159111331619010373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/5159111331619010373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/2007/01/daffodils.html' title='Daffodils!'/><author><name>Prerna Lal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890740399623703318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/SUAGIxwc8kI/AAAAAAAAB8E/F76N8Xtr1jY/S220/n656930580_3004112_7889.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/ReMr4DDiGmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2cV_dYHWr-8/s72-c/daffodils1+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171248718088335041.post-1143268975390602514</id><published>2007-01-12T23:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:54:11.669+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Howdy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/RafLNtTDQCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/av2dOEY0RlM/s1600-h/collage4.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/RafLNtTDQCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/av2dOEY0RlM/s320/collage4.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post comes exactly after my seventh semester practicals have ended! Though the exams weren't that gratifying this time ( I'm really scared about th result, to be very frank), but am happy about the fact that now I am left to do things that had been pilling on for a while now. My MBA preparation had come to a halt because of the end semester exams, so I propose to resume that first of all. I didnt quite score well in the CAT this time, which calls for another round of preparations now... though am really confused between going for a job (If atall I land up with one ;)..) or to again try for MBA (with full spirits this time!)&lt;br /&gt;Soumya has been away from home since a year &amp; a half and I really feel the void. She surely is very important for me to "be-myself" all the time! And I quite realise it now... probably more because of the fact that we're in Noida now, I have no colony friends here...Nikhil too is good 30 kms away &amp; I just find myself shunting between Soumya &amp; Nikhil on phone!!&lt;br /&gt;But at the same time I can't thank God more for making Nikhil come into my life! He surely has become my "teddy bear" whom I continually love, punch, adore, hit &amp; cuddle all the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that I have some time to relax form college, my ageda for the next 15 days:&lt;br /&gt;~To study for the FMS exam.&lt;br /&gt;~ To get my driving license made so that I can drive without annoying papa (th cops too :p)&lt;br /&gt;~ Join a Gym.&lt;br /&gt;~ Read 'The Fountainhead' : have been eying it for quite a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest is all left to be still explored. lets see where do I head for this year...! There are many options that I can consider at this point in time, all lead to a successful career, all thats required is some labour &amp; commitment.. that I promise to put in.&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, there's a small even to be written about... We went for the New Year's Party to a disc 'Staying Alive' in Gurgaon &amp; I taught Nikhil to dance! I myself never dance in parties with friends, but with Nikhil, am always teaching him to dance!!! He has definitely been "tailor-made" for me by someone up there... I feel so free, so happy &amp; so complete with him! Now both of us are looking forward to go to Elevates again (we'll get th passes!) it surely has been the best disc that we've been to. The music is real good &amp; th ambience is reasonably romantic. &lt;br /&gt;I pray to God for blessing Nikhil &amp; I with courage for striving for whatever we've been aiming for, all this while &amp; thank him for giving me the good moments!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write again as soon as I get something to pen &amp; opine about...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171248718088335041-1143268975390602514?l=prernalal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/feeds/1143268975390602514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171248718088335041&amp;postID=1143268975390602514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/1143268975390602514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/1143268975390602514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post_12.html' title='Howdy!'/><author><name>Prerna Lal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890740399623703318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/SUAGIxwc8kI/AAAAAAAAB8E/F76N8Xtr1jY/S220/n656930580_3004112_7889.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/RafLNtTDQCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/av2dOEY0RlM/s72-c/collage4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171248718088335041.post-6217999867786020871</id><published>2006-12-19T12:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:21:18.435+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love hurts when we're apart,&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when we're thinking smart!&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, brings tears &amp;amp; pain&lt;br /&gt;and I sometimes wonder if I'm insane!&lt;br /&gt;When love hurts, I feel lost &amp;amp; lonely,&lt;br /&gt;and I think &amp;amp; dream of you only,&lt;br /&gt;When love hurts, I cry &amp;amp; smile,&lt;br /&gt;and reassure myself that you'll be here in a while!&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when your obsession overpowers,&lt;br /&gt;and I play &amp;amp; play with my dreamflowers!&lt;br /&gt;Your picture is my landscpe that I adore&lt;br /&gt;and sleep, in my hands the picture I bore.&lt;br /&gt;The breeze brings the fragrance of your shirt,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for you, then keeps me alert!&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts, brings tears &amp;amp; pain,&lt;br /&gt;when I wait for your call, in vein!&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when it crosses all limits &amp;amp; bounds,&lt;br /&gt;and I know darling, quite strange it sounds,&lt;br /&gt;but love makes me complete&lt;br /&gt;and I'm all strong when you're around!&lt;br /&gt;I cry &amp;amp; laugh with the emotions I bear,&lt;br /&gt;Its the magic that you've done, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;I'm proud &amp;amp; happy that its our love that spreads&lt;br /&gt;its fragrance in our lives,&lt;br /&gt;Are't we blessed dear, to have such a wonderful&lt;br /&gt;gift to brighten our lives?!&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when it blossoms &amp;amp; grows&lt;br /&gt;and great deal of emotions it shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only note that I want to convey&lt;br /&gt;with all my Love forever &amp;amp; today----&lt;br /&gt;'I love you so much that it hurts!!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171248718088335041-6217999867786020871?l=prernalal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/feeds/6217999867786020871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171248718088335041&amp;postID=6217999867786020871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/6217999867786020871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/6217999867786020871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-love-hurts.html' title='Love Hurts!!'/><author><name>Prerna Lal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890740399623703318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/SUAGIxwc8kI/AAAAAAAAB8E/F76N8Xtr1jY/S220/n656930580_3004112_7889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8171248718088335041.post-7346311540667656816</id><published>2006-12-19T12:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:03:42.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heavens Know!</title><content type='html'>I’m holding my cell phone (Nokia 3120……. got it unexpectedly after loosing the last one! Papa has been real nice) which is quite an asset to me. And I had almost lost it yesterday when Heavens Know from where, this good chap from Liberty Showroom told us on phone that it was in the showroom intact in my bag (Pssst!.... I had left my bag there!) when I was engrossed in shopping nothing! Though, the shop had closed down by that time, but I was Really relieved that I hadn’t lost it in spite of doing all what one needs to do for loosing one! So, we all dined merrily in C.P. . I had gone with my family to C.P. yesterday evening, to visit the sacred Hanuman Temple &amp; to shop. I had almost lost my patience when I had discovered my mobile missing…….. The last time when I had visited a temple (last week), it was my new pair of sandals that I had lost …….. and now I was about to loose my cellphone! Is it some kind of a jinx..(The last memory was as fresh as it was the present…… and it was practically being repeated!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a delicious dinner and all the events of the evening were racing through my mind.. the last one being-- entering into the restaurant with the relieving thought that my bag was safe in the shop which would open the next day! Quite an evening it was &amp; Guess what…. There was more in store for me even when the clock had struck 23 hrs, which generally is the time to head for home leaving some occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was…. We reached the DND toll bridge.. the wind was fresh &amp; full with moisture &amp; I was loving it. Yamuna is well above its usual level &amp; the breeze was crisp &amp; damp as a result! And I simply loved it! The bridge was deserted &amp; I could feel that I was lucky not to share the lovely zephyr with many!&lt;br /&gt;We reached home…….and Alas! It was then that I found out that the house keys were in my bag which was left in that goddamn shop!!&lt;br /&gt;~~being edited~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8171248718088335041-7346311540667656816?l=prernalal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/feeds/7346311540667656816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8171248718088335041&amp;postID=7346311540667656816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/7346311540667656816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8171248718088335041/posts/default/7346311540667656816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prernalal.blogspot.com/2006/12/heavens-know_18.html' title='Heavens Know!'/><author><name>Prerna Lal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15890740399623703318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fhBdQkHq6-M/SUAGIxwc8kI/AAAAAAAAB8E/F76N8Xtr1jY/S220/n656930580_3004112_7889.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
