<?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-5388992</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:40:58.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombay Times</title><subtitle type='html'>Let the good times roll</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-110029928678347419</id><published>2004-11-12T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T17:41:26.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now this feels more like a sounding board than anything else. I hate the fact that I am stuck at work ... It is 5:40 in the evening and it's DIWALI..and I see no respite from it at all!Why am I spending time typing all this rather than working... hmmm good question... maybe coz I just need to get this out of my system, so that once this is out of my head, I can concentrate on the job and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/110029928678347419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/110029928678347419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110029928678347419' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-109104879411848009</id><published>2004-07-28T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T17:06:34.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate MacintoshTwo weeks of mehnat… real hard work... it all looked so pretty on my machine... and then a Mac happened to it. All the prettiness gone. All the precision gone… the images look BAD…tell me again... Why do ppl insist on using Macs?? What is wrong with Microsoft ka technology?? Or why does my code have to behave different on different systems?? Or why do clients have such huge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/109104879411848009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/109104879411848009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109104879411848009' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-109051885342643197</id><published>2004-07-22T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:54:13.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:(I can't get to ze blog.. I get a 404 error every time I go to the page... The interface seems to be OK...Am also having trouble getting to TOI... Work is keepin me quite busy.. and with no TOI and no ***.blogspot.com,  I dunno what else to do to take a break from the monotony!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/109051885342643197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/109051885342643197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051885342643197' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-109034473617292497</id><published>2004-07-20T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T13:37:32.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10 years ago I had given my 10th standard exams… (Was it really that long ago??)  MTV would actually air English music videos. My best friend then was Sahana Rao…I have no idea where she is in life.  I used to have this one pair of Jeans that had ‘Bon Jovi’ written on one leg in Black felt pen.  Mario and Contra were an obsession.  I did not know anyone of the people that I now call my best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/109034473617292497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/109034473617292497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109034473617292497' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108990870506439236</id><published>2004-07-15T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T12:25:05.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SunscreenFirst there was a trip to Florida...We spent a significant amount of time at the beach on a single day, and in spite of having slathered myself with sun block, I got tanned. At the end of the day, I had brown(er) arms and two lines on my shoulders that were my original skin color.The skin soon started peeling off and it was getting really ugly... My skin had not completely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108990870506439236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108990870506439236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108990870506439236' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108974737679927680</id><published>2004-07-13T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T15:36:16.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God Bless...About two weeks ago I had gone back to Akron to spend some time with my friends. It was Brijesh’s birthday weekend and I simply could not miss it for anything… So I decided to go there and surprise him at the party which of course worked like a charm. The look on his face when he saw me was pretty much *priceless*.I had a fun weekend there with the party on Friday night, watching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108974737679927680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108974737679927680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108974737679927680' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108879910258918845</id><published>2004-07-02T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T16:11:42.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a choice….… to either go back home after being on a week long vacation and catch up on some much needed sleep or get some dinner outside…catch a movie…and then go home. I made the wrong choice. I ended up going to watch Spidey 2. OK... It’s not like I usually go for movies expecting too much… which would explain why I like almost every movie that I see…but this one was such a huge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108879910258918845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108879910258918845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108879910258918845' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108809076114714296</id><published>2004-06-24T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T11:26:01.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More??It all started with Google offering 1 GB free space... though by invitation only... the number of users that GMail has is increasing pretty fast..with all those free invites that everyone I know has been doling out.The next to follow was Yahoo with 100 MB of free space and 2 GB for its paid users.Not one to be left behind, rediff.com joined the bandwagon and became the largest e-mail </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108809076114714296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108809076114714296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108809076114714296' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108750815600659206</id><published>2004-06-17T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T17:35:56.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's the motivation??Studying for a certification ain’t as easy as I thought it would be. When I signed the contract for my new job a few months ago, I knew the challenge that I would be facing. I was to give two major certifications in a span of 6 months while working on this other project which would take up a lot of time and effort. I thought that it was a little steep but I was up for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108750815600659206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108750815600659206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108750815600659206' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108733256408582746</id><published>2004-06-15T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T16:49:24.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a New York minuteSo... Sex and the City is being aired on TBS from today...now that is something that I am looking forward to. I had recently discovered the joy of HBO on demand and had watched the entire series...all six seasons of it... in about three months. Watching those four girls meet up for lunch and discuss their relationship joys and frustrations is something that you can get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108733256408582746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108733256408582746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108733256408582746' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108321420262176064</id><published>2004-04-29T00:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T00:54:12.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last 10 days....- Went back to visit Akron. Had an awesome time there meeting up with all the people that were family to me until November and some who will always be that forever.- Also spent less than 24 hours in DC. It was a rather whirlwind trip for no real reason. Just felt like seeing all the folks there.- Got the invitation to try out Google mail and also got the user name I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108321420262176064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108321420262176064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108321420262176064' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108210871183940195</id><published>2004-04-16T05:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T05:49:04.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> India has won the test series 2-1. Am not gonna write much coz there is anyway going to be reams to read about this match in all the papers tomorrow....but staying up all night has so totally been worth it... and oh yes.... Irfan Pathan rocks!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108210871183940195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108210871183940195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108210871183940195' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108209599333661388</id><published>2004-04-16T02:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T02:48:50.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Summer of '69After discussing the Enrique concert over the weekend with my cousin in Bombay I went on a trip down memory lane. It all started with an Apache Indian (OMG!!!!!) concert in 1993. Hey? he used to be big then and that was the first international person to tour Bombay?I think Deep Purple came around the same time but my brother did not think it would be a good idea to take me there?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108209599333661388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108209599333661388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108209599333661388' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108141158818655018</id><published>2004-04-08T04:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T04:10:10.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another birthday...another year old...Celebrated yet another 20 some birthday last week...and the celebrations lasted all week long...Somewhere along the years, the concept of the birthday week and then the birthday month was introduced...which basically meant being able to get away with anything just by sayin..."It's my birthday month"As far back as I can remember, I would always have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108141158818655018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108141158818655018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108141158818655018' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-108094163907980574</id><published>2004-04-02T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:39:30.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 months...sure seems like a long time... Well... What can I say... A long vacation in India... Being surrounded by friends and family 24/7 made it almost impossible for me to be online even for 10 minutes...Not that I am complaining or anything, just that I did miss my hours of endlessly surfing the net for lack of nothing better to do ;)Am still re-adjusting to my life here...I did love the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108094163907980574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/108094163907980574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108094163907980574' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-107217177123896555</id><published>2003-12-23T04:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T04:30:52.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am quite used to seeing the disparity in the lifestyles of people in this city. There was a time when it was very easy to turn a blind eye to it all...in particular to the beggars on the streets. I would always have the habit of either turning my face away and pretending that I cannot hear their cries or the standard "chutta nahin hai...aage jaao"It was always very easy to look away in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/107217177123896555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/107217177123896555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107217177123896555' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-107048438095444533</id><published>2003-12-03T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T15:47:15.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while...Well 20 days of Bombay... Do I miss Akron?? Hell yeah!!!! Do I love it in Bombay?? Absolutely!!!I would always think that when I come back to Bombay, I would be doing so much and there would be that many things to tell all my junta about... lekin yahan aake the one thing that I have realized is that there is no time for anything... And this I say in spite of being at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/107048438095444533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/107048438095444533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107048438095444533' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106873832595275875</id><published>2003-11-13T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T10:45:53.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bombay...Here I comeHave spent the last 4 days...packing...thinking about packing....boxing everything....and getting ready for the move...I have been missing Bombay way too much and have decided that I can't bear the seperation kee dewaar anymore... so I am off .... leaving for Bombay in a few hours... there is still a whole lot that needs to be taken care of before I leave....I hope to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106873832595275875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106873832595275875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106873832595275875' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106822465823388901</id><published>2003-11-07T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T12:04:38.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bathroom SingingWhat song do you sing in your bathroom shower? I caught myself singing Boss Kaun tha from Jhankaar beats... I play this song on the computer every evening...overdose I guess!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106822465823388901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106822465823388901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822465823388901' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106822416106545102</id><published>2003-11-07T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T11:56:42.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PoohAre we going to be friends forever? Asked Piglet. Even longer, Pooh answered. --A. A. Milne in Winnie the Pooh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106822416106545102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106822416106545102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822416106545102' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106813867057759067</id><published>2003-11-06T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T12:11:29.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cricinfo or Rediff??I've spent the entire morning following the match online. I was alternating between cricinfo and rediff to see which one had a faster feed. But kya faayda hua??? saala waste hai..  4 hours of my working day gone...whooshh... just like dat... only coz I was hoping India would win...The bowling changes did not make sense to me at all... can anyone please shed some light as to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106813867057759067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106813867057759067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106813867057759067' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106813096390523350</id><published>2003-11-06T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T10:03:02.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matrix RevolutionsSad as I was to see the trilogy end, I felt that Revolutions was a strong movie. The plotline was good, and while many may say it left something to be desired, I don't believe it did. The plot left nothing to be desired. It was perfect, and by perfect, I mean, perhaps not what the audience wants or expects, but what the movie needs. The Wachowski brothers have assembled a true</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106813096390523350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106813096390523350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106813096390523350' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106804666075177292</id><published>2003-11-05T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T10:39:14.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now…1.    My favorite lyrics are "With or without you" by U2 2.    My favorite book remains "The Godfather" 3.    My favorite magazine is “Cosmopolitan” especially at lunch. 4.    My favorite font is Tahoma5.    My favorite color is Blue 6.    My favorite bathing soap is Dettol7.    My favorite article of clothing is my denim jacket 8.    My favorite jewelry is that black bead </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106804666075177292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106804666075177292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106804666075177292' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106787878095875958</id><published>2003-11-03T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T11:59:54.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiness is...Song lyrics printed inside your new CD so you can sing along without feeling stupid. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106787878095875958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106787878095875958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787878095875958' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106787872928164336</id><published>2003-11-03T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T11:59:03.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLOGGER bugRun the spellcheck function that comes with BLOGGER- the one that appears as the first button on the top right corner of the New post pane on the Posts tab. The word blog doesn't exist in the BLOGGER dictionary! Isn't that something??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106787872928164336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106787872928164336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787872928164336' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106762835456882842</id><published>2003-10-31T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T14:26:05.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>89,520 .. but still no pearl!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106762835456882842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106762835456882842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106762835456882842' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106761336063559978</id><published>2003-10-31T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T10:16:11.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AyushiMy 2 and a half year old niece refuses to talk on the phone. I'll hear all kinds of stories from my parents, my brother, my bhabhi about how Ayushi calls me her favorite...and how there is a seat on my dining table that only I can sit on and there is a place reserved for me in the car sometimes so that Da does not have a place to sit...he he he... lekin when I call up and ask to speak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106761336063559978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106761336063559978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761336063559978' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106744163391339455</id><published>2003-10-29T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T10:34:01.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sachin....SachiinnnnnI watched some cricket yesterday!!! after 8 long months....live cricketing action in my living room...aaah...can't even begin to express how much I missed that... The general consensus was that Australia should have batted first...we would got to see some explosive stuff then... lekin that was not to be and had to make do with a low scoring game...Now the wait begins...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106744163391339455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106744163391339455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106744163391339455' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106743994228107934</id><published>2003-10-29T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T10:36:40.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sa Re Ga MaaI wanna take up a hobby... When would I have the time to spend on it, woh nahin pata... lekin I feel that I don't do enough after I come back home...except spend long delicious hours yapping away(todally love doin dat)...or maybe it is something that I could do over weekends. As a child, I used to play the harmonium. I've given a couple of exams and was just getting good at it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106743994228107934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106743994228107934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106743994228107934' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106728872989870809</id><published>2003-10-27T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T16:05:35.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have explained the funda behind Diwali to at least 5 people at work since morning... I think I should find something online and just give them the URL...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106728872989870809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106728872989870809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728872989870809' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106728613361989834</id><published>2003-10-27T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T15:22:19.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am addicted to hexic.... any free time at work.. in between compiling programs or at lunch...this is what I do...hopefully I'll get bored soon and use the time a lil more constructively...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106728613361989834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106728613361989834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728613361989834' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106702043147920812</id><published>2003-10-24T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T14:33:52.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YeaayyI know most of you will not agree with this.. lekin I don't care.. I am happyyy!!!!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106702043147920812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106702043147920812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106702043147920812' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106700290422097950</id><published>2003-10-24T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T09:41:45.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DiwaaallliiiiI have been resisting this… I was sure that I shall not get emotional and I shall not post about Diwali but looks like the spirit of the festival has overthrown my so called ‘decision’I could get real nostalgic and talk about the diyas, mithai, rangoli, pooja, clothes, fireworks, family, friends, ppl visiting each other with dry-fruit trays, getting gifts from one and all, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106700290422097950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106700290422097950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106700290422097950' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106693071996284057</id><published>2003-10-23T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T13:38:39.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have been yearning for a tattoo for a long time now... Wondering what I should get…and where??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106693071996284057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106693071996284057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106693071996284057' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106683531743478265</id><published>2003-10-22T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T11:08:37.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HinglishEvery time my cell phone buzzes at work and if I know who’s calling, I answer the phone with a ‘bolo’…It’s never ‘Hello’ or anything else…so much so that there are these two American people at work who thought that ‘bolo’ was actually somebody’s name and when I told them that it means ‘yeah’ in Hindi, they were in complete splits. Now, every time the phone rings, they say…It must the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106683531743478265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106683531743478265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683531743478265' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106676446020407659</id><published>2003-10-21T15:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T15:27:40.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sittin in one place….on a straight-back chair after lazing around at home for almost a week is bad. What makes it worse is that I have news from the co-worker that the boss is lookin to put my head in the line of the fire for not coming into work on Monday…Guess I am just going to have to face her…either now or definitely at 5:15 just when I would be thinking of leaving…Would maybe work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106676446020407659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106676446020407659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106676446020407659' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106666877544721181</id><published>2003-10-20T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T12:53:19.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In spite of the beemari, I was in FL this weekend...actually am still there... I have had an amazing weekend... will be comin back to the grind from tomorrow...back to work after almost a week...am sure its gonna be a looooonnnnnng day... but me thinks that am kinda lookin forward to it... one week of araam is god enuffThe update on the Florida trip would be once I get back home from here...I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106666877544721181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106666877544721181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666877544721181' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106633201822194627</id><published>2003-10-16T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T15:20:18.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Ma,Its 1:00 am in ur part of the world... I just spoke to Da and he told me that u were fast asleep... I asked him to wake u up but then he said that u had had a long day...I am missing you a lot today. I have been sitting at home for the past two days. Being sick is not something I enjoy anymore. It used to be fun when I could miss school or college and then have u around me to take care </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106633201822194627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106633201822194627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106633201822194627' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106614080720177816</id><published>2003-10-14T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T10:13:33.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YawwwnnnnBORED.......</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106614080720177816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106614080720177816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106614080720177816' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106606401631613142</id><published>2003-10-13T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T12:53:43.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's in a name??Well...plenty...I saw a link to my blog from someone else at work...that kinda freaked me out... He googled my name and found me....In the interest of safe-guarding my privacy....at work...am no longer gonna publish my name on the blog !!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106606401631613142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106606401631613142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106606401631613142' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106605493427588752</id><published>2003-10-13T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T10:23:09.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming in to work on Monday mornings is bad...but having to do that after spending 3 and a half days at home is even worse. I was sitting at home with a fever, stomach ache, head ache, an uneasy queasy feeling in the stomach(is there anything else??) on Thursday and Friday...I went in to work for a couple of hours on Thursday and then bas...was sitting at home wonly after dat... On Friday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106605493427588752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106605493427588752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605493427588752' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106572502769467734</id><published>2003-10-09T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T14:43:47.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Morning??Every night before I go to bed, I set my alarm to an odd time...The alarm would be for a 6:43 or a 7:08 depending on how much time I anticipate I'll need to have a shower... Like all alarm clocks I have seen in the US, mine too has that 'SNOOZE' button...The snooze in my clock is set at 9 minutes...and I hit that darn button at least 2-3 times before I actually get out of bed.On</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106572502769467734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106572502769467734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106572502769467734' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106554883293819944</id><published>2003-10-07T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T12:54:42.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MSNMom sent me an SMS this morning asking me to come online. She had some ‘urgent’ work with me…so I logged in to MSN from work…something that I don’t particularly like to do too often… After I was done speaking with her and the rest of the ‘gang’ that was online, the following conversation ensued:Bharat(11:47:09 AM) &gt;&gt; hiSaps (11:47:19 AM) &gt;&gt; hiBharat(11:47:35 AM) &gt;&gt; how r u ..? Saps (11</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106554883293819944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106554883293819944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106554883293819944' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106546003423177351</id><published>2003-10-06T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T13:07:31.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cricket...sigh!!!It's been a long time since I have watched cricket. The last match I saw was the India - Australia WC Final...and that was almost 6 months ago. Ya I know that India has not played much cricket since then... but still I am missing watching some good cricketing action. I could do what a lot of ppl are doing off late...get the India-Pak world cup match on video/DVD and watch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106546003423177351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106546003423177351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106546003423177351' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106520187554832806</id><published>2003-10-03T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T13:24:35.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In all these years, I have never carried a purse with me... Never needed one in my school days because everything I needed would be in that GIANT school bag. Any money to buy sweets or that ice-cream candy would be in my uniform pocket...and that EXTRA safety money would always be kept in the lower compartment of that double-decker compass box...Once I started going to college, and when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106520187554832806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106520187554832806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106520187554832806' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106510599309069214</id><published>2003-10-02T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T10:47:20.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”-Billy Crystal(When Harry Met Sally)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106510599309069214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106510599309069214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510599309069214' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106510186536392359</id><published>2003-10-02T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T09:40:00.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How can it already snow?? It's only October 2nd.... Where are the beautiful Fall colours that we have been waiting for??Does this mean that this winter is gonna be worse than the last one? Me hate the weather... Me hate being cold... Me don't wanna be at work now.. me wanna go home and curl up in bed...with some chai...good music ... and great friends...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106510186536392359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106510186536392359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106510186536392359' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106502749539690002</id><published>2003-10-01T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T12:59:13.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kuch Khaas Hai....Kya swad hai zindagi mein - Cadbury's jingleTwo girls walkin on the street...fashionably dressed…and then dancing after eating the chocolate.Guy playing cricket - girl running on field dancing after he hits a six!!!Pepsi - The Aamir - Ash ad - 'Hi I am Sanjana…got another Pepsi?"Coca Cola v/s Pepsi v/s Thumbs Up during World Cup ‘96First Ericsson ad - one black coffee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106502749539690002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106502749539690002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106502749539690002' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106494225806285128</id><published>2003-09-30T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T13:17:48.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love HotmailI have this habit of saving old emails from certain people...they make for good reading at a later date...And since my primary email account is on hotmail, my inbox would always be between 70-75% every time that I checked it. On Friday, after some deliberation, I bought that extra storage on MSN/Hotmail. So now even though I have a total of 517 emails saved, I am using only 16% of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106494225806285128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106494225806285128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106494225806285128' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106487103132465942</id><published>2003-09-29T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T17:30:31.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to a race is like going to war. You have to be thoroughly prepared. These are a few things I saw and learnt on my first-ever race, Formula One at Indianapolis!!!You must wear the right attire: Translated to... if you support a team you have to show it. We were in red all over. Each one of us was wearing a team Shirt supporting Ferrari... All of us were wearing the red caps. We had two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106487103132465942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106487103132465942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106487103132465942' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106459724469452119</id><published>2003-09-26T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T13:32:37.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>-I think I should get her some flowers...-No, I think she would like chocolates better...-Or then maybe some balloons...-Yeah...those heart shaped one's...-Or maybe just take her out to a fancy dinner-I think dancing is a better idea. She would like that more-Would a perfume do?-Some new clothes??-Na-ah...she has plenty of those...-But that does not stop her from getting new ones...-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106459724469452119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106459724469452119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106459724469452119' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106450788532562693</id><published>2003-09-25T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T13:32:54.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What on earth is the government of India thinking by doing this???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106450788532562693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106450788532562693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106450788532562693' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106449919531650193</id><published>2003-09-25T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T10:13:15.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am off to Indianapolis for the weekend. It is Formula 1 time!!! I know that I am going to get a lot of brickbats for this ... but personally I am not that hooked on to F-1... I have seen a couple of races but it just does not excite me enough... I have been watching the races on TV for the last 4-5 years now. I started watching the race because the morning after the race, that was all that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106449919531650193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106449919531650193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106449919531650193' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106442107171726841</id><published>2003-09-24T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T12:31:11.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK... so finally did something today that I never thought I would do... I wrote something and got it scrutinized by a few eyes before I posted it. And within minutes of putting it up I went in and deleted it. I had written some real harsh words there. It was a personal attack on someone who I know reads this at least 3 times a day if not more. I was upset at something that he had said which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106442107171726841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106442107171726841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106442107171726841' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106426154878318423</id><published>2003-09-22T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T16:12:56.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Observation made over the weekendIn the last month-and-a-half or so I have become extremely quite. I will speak only when I am spoken to and will not make any attempts to talk to anyone if I can avoid it. The only time I say something is if I can be sarcastic and cut somebody half way through whatever they are saying. I am unable to initiate a conversation with just about anyone. As a result of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106426154878318423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106426154878318423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106426154878318423' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106398726537835240</id><published>2003-09-19T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T16:31:35.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning with 'Woh toh hai Albela' in my head... On my way to work, I switched to the radio station 96.5 and I heard  P.I.M.P. Now I am at work, humming that song and hoping that I don't get any weird stares from anyone around...[Edit] As someone pointed out, the name of the song is just P.I.M.P. ... so have made that change [/Edit]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106398726537835240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106398726537835240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398726537835240' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106382565463171127</id><published>2003-09-17T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T15:07:47.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wokay.. so our servers have been down all day today and I have got almost no work done at all...Sitting idle at my desk after a heavy lunch is making me verrry sleepy...I watched Tom &amp; Jerry on Cartoon Network at lunch.Tom is no longer the only bad guy who fades away in the end. Some of the new stories show Jerry as the bad guy too...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106382565463171127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106382565463171127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106382565463171127' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106381135319159848</id><published>2003-09-17T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T11:09:13.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da called up from Bombay this morning just as I reached work. He wanted to test my filmy knowledge. He asked me which movie is this dialogue from ‘Baramullah ki khatarnak vaadiyon se utarke….’ And obviously I gave him the answer fatak se… I told him that he does not call me a Hindi movie encyclopedia for nothing… I gotta live up to my name after all…</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106381135319159848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106381135319159848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106381135319159848' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106371875495785793</id><published>2003-09-16T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T09:25:54.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>15th September 1999 - This was Avi's 21st birthday and the only thing that we knew was that we did not want it to be just another ordinary day. So after weeks of careful planning, it was decided that we are gonna throw a surprise party for him. The venue was fixed to be Feather's Club (FC) at L'wala. Since we wanted the night to be really memorable for him, we wanted to make sure that all his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106371875495785793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106371875495785793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106371875495785793' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106337679942778637</id><published>2003-09-12T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T10:26:55.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We started out by eyeing each other in the line when we were in that big room in VJTI standing for engineering admissions...with similar thought running in our heads..."I've seen her somewhere". As it turned out, we both were admitted to SAKEC - Electronics...and as we spoke, we realized that we were also from the same junior college - Mithibai. And to make things even better, we stayed some 5 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106337679942778637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106337679942778637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106337679942778637' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106320049140353350</id><published>2003-09-10T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T09:34:13.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a child, my parents taught me how to ride a bicycle. I would sit on the cycle and make sure that both of them are holding the handle and the seat. It was almost like they were pushing the cycle. Slowly they left the handle but I would be too scared to ride on my own...so I would call out to them every 20 seconds and make sure that they are still there...holding the seat... The first time that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106320049140353350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106320049140353350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106320049140353350' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106279535300598386</id><published>2003-09-05T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T16:56:01.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK.. so the update is not happening today...we got loads of issues to still take care of. The deadline has been moved to early next week...which means I get to work over the weekend...AGAIN!!...boo hoo... lekin on the brighter side I am not as stressed out today as I have been over the last week or so. Eagle-eyed boss came in and appreciated the work being done and that always feels great. Had 3 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106279535300598386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106279535300598386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106279535300598386' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106262926407913361</id><published>2003-09-03T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T18:47:43.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate getting pulled into meetings at 5:30 in the evening...and then those lasting for over an hour. I wanna go home !!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106262926407913361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106262926407913361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106262926407913361' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106261141073148772</id><published>2003-09-03T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T13:50:10.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have people testing for me for an application that is going into production on Friday. I have test plans and results sitting on my 10 feet long desk in at least 50 disorganized piles. Stress levels are at a peak. While doing some random testing I have found that there are bugs in the system that have gone unnoticed by all 4 testers!!! Why can't they do their job right?? Aarghhh!!!! I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106261141073148772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106261141073148772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106261141073148772' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106218166535298597</id><published>2003-08-29T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T14:27:45.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am that stubborn child who has made up her mind and will not listen to the adult no matter what they say*********I am the sixteen year old full of giggles and ready to take on the world*********I am a thirty-five year old lady who wants 'to mother' her loved ones so that no harm comes their way.*********I am the seventy year old grandma that wants to tell eveyone the story of her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106218166535298597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106218166535298597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106218166535298597' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106191712563779014</id><published>2003-08-26T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T12:58:45.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna-go to Bombay and walk in the rains-watch DDLJ one more time-eat chocolate fudge brownie ice cream-someone to give me a good head massage-fall ill and then get pampered back to being healthy-go out in the open, lie down and stare at the stars-scream till my throat hurts-a hug</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106191712563779014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106191712563779014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106191712563779014' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106148640580426216</id><published>2003-08-21T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T13:20:05.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder...Am I the only living person in the world who is totally &amp; completely indifferent to The Simpsons and to Seinfeld??Matter of personal choice... but me thinks F.R.I.E.N.D.S. is so much better than Seinfeld!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106148640580426216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106148640580426216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106148640580426216' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106139426435119846</id><published>2003-08-20T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T11:45:52.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday Atul!!! You finally turn 24 when all others around you are on their way to being 25 and 26!!!*******************Somebody from the University of Maryland, College Park was my 10,000th visitor at 9:35 this mornin... Will this person please lemme know who you are...*******************The best part about my Boston trip was the Whale Watching tour out in the Atlantic...and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106139426435119846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106139426435119846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106139426435119846' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106130380839718776</id><published>2003-08-19T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T10:49:57.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was the worst plan ever to be chalked out. I was going to drive down from Boston to Baltimore all day long and catch a flight from BWI to Cleveland at 9:45 PM. Why?? Coz, it seemed like a good idea at the time that I was getting my ticket... I would reach Cleveland at 10:45 PM...get a good night's sleep and reach office Monday morning on time...and all this for $90 when I booked my ticket only</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106130380839718776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106130380839718776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106130380839718776' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106089487936650946</id><published>2003-08-14T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T17:06:03.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guys... am off to Boston for the weekend... more updates from there if I have access... else on Monday....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106089487936650946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106089487936650946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106089487936650946' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106071559913641958</id><published>2003-08-12T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T15:13:19.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phew!! Finally got some time to calm down at work ... Spent some time replying to everyone replies to my last post.. was actually expecting some ppl (they do know who they are) to tell me what they think... lekin alas!! :(Work is gonna be crazy for another 10 days or so.. we are 2 ppl workin on a project and the other lady is taking off the next fortnight.. which leaves poor lil me to handle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106071559913641958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106071559913641958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106071559913641958' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106034641417025465</id><published>2003-08-08T08:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T08:44:08.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw this on somebody's lj a few days ago...and felt I would like to know what u guys thought...so if you are bored and have five minutes to spare, fill this survey about me. Be honest, not necessarily complimentary... I promise I won't feel bad ... or let the praise get to my head :)AM I:1. Quiet or Loud: 2. Short or Tall: 3. Weird or Original: 4. Nice or Mean: 5. Friendly or Selfish: 6</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106034641417025465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106034641417025465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106034641417025465' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106018519065654835</id><published>2003-08-06T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T11:54:12.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caution: Long Post....Friday came and so did the weekend that I had been waiting for since the last 2 months. It was Hrishikesh Tinaikar's and Reejo Matthew's birthday weekend. Hrishi's birthday was on Friday and Reejo's on Monday. All of us were going to be in Norfolk for the weekend. We had taken the Monday off so it was kinda like the long weekend for the entire gang.  Now, all of us have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106018519065654835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106018519065654835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106018519065654835' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106010599248505652</id><published>2003-08-05T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T13:53:12.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>weekend update ... in a couple of hours....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106010599248505652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106010599248505652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106010599248505652' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-106010031425408098</id><published>2003-08-05T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T12:31:39.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK... so where have I been all this while?? It all started off with the migration from one server to the other here at work..  that kept me and the entire office without access to the internet all of Thursday!! So then I thought I could use this opportunity and actually put in close to 8 hours at work... and come back here on Friday.That was the plan but then on Friday morning, the server </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106010031425408098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/106010031425408098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106010031425408098' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105959422559377490</id><published>2003-07-30T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:43:45.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sapnaaa...uth... sava saath ho gaye hain...college ke liye late ho jaayegi..This is the kind of alarm I would wake up to almost everyday when I was in Bombay. I would get out of bed and groggily walk to the bathroom. Would stay in there for close to 30 minutes...come out and head straight for the living room where Mom and Dad would be sitting ... already half way thru their morning chai. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105959422559377490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105959422559377490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105959422559377490' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105939941118062453</id><published>2003-07-28T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T10:00:00.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually logged in to write bout my unusually quite weekend in Akron...but before I could do that, I saw the zonkboard on my blog and I blew my fuse. The whole board was filled in with the same message from apparently different people...but I checked the IP addresses and that was the same for almost all the messages... In short I was spammed!!In the 9 years that I have spent online, spam is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105939941118062453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105939941118062453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105939941118062453' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105914183220315420</id><published>2003-07-25T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T10:03:52.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Around this time last year, I was temporarily staying with Dish. One night she comes to me and said that it is somebody's birthday today and we have to go to wish him. I was really new in Akron at that time and I had no intentions of going coz I din know anyone and was sure that I am gonna feel completely weird about being there. She almost dragged me to this guy's birthday. We reached there at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105914183220315420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105914183220315420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105914183220315420' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105914127986687542</id><published>2003-07-25T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T09:54:39.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yaa yaa ... I have decided to switch to haloscan too.. will slowly phase enetation out of my life now... way too much trouble!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105914127986687542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105914127986687542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105914127986687542' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105906777367916822</id><published>2003-07-24T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T13:29:33.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recommend to me:1. a movie2. a book3. a cd/band/song (please specify)4. a website 5. a recipe or something I can cook in a jiffy tonite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105906777367916822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105906777367916822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105906777367916822' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105897051105536949</id><published>2003-07-23T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T10:28:30.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The cops came knocking again last night / this morning. This time at 4:00 AM. I obviously was not as surprised as I was the first time around...but this is just getting more n more spooky now.Both my roommates have peacefully slept through it all... while it is my head that lies farthest from the door when all of us are sleeping. Why is it that my sleep is disrupted and they are not even aware </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105897051105536949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105897051105536949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105897051105536949' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105888325626401816</id><published>2003-07-22T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T10:14:16.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Coming back to the grind on Monday after a relaxing weekend is so bad. With all these deadlines looming over my head...doing anything else at work is pretty much impossible... n then again sitting in front of the comp for longer than absolutely necessary @ home after spending all day long working in front of it... thanx.. but nako!!******Was sleeping last night when I heard a rather loud </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105888325626401816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105888325626401816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105888325626401816' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105853795020517441</id><published>2003-07-18T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T10:34:08.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ab Pankaj ke baare mein jitna boloon utna kum hi hailadka achaa hai..susheel hai..achee khate peete khandaan ka hai...kaafi padha likha hai...koi aib nahin hai usme..sharab nahin peeta..sutta nahin maarta...aur gaali galoch..Shiv Shiva... kabhi bhi nahin...khana bhi achaa hi bana leta hai...humari aankhon ka tara .. raj dulara hai apna Pankaj-ppl that know him..kuch bhool gayi kya??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105853795020517441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105853795020517441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105853795020517441' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105853736719145038</id><published>2003-07-18T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T10:09:27.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This whole week has been extremely tiring... It's been really crazy at work all week long. We finished workin on one of the projects yesterday...and I am done with the coding on the other one. Now starts the worst part... Documentation and Test plans... eww!! I hate those...but then I guess almost all developers do...I am also verry sleepy right now. I thought I had slept well last nite... but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105853736719145038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105853736719145038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105853736719145038' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105853538945424506</id><published>2003-07-18T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T09:36:29.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up at 6:30 this morning...and I remember I was dreaming bout something that made me smile n go back to sleep. I have no idea what I was dreaming about tho'...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105853538945424506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105853538945424506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105853538945424506' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105837783258244368</id><published>2003-07-16T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T13:50:47.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its 1:50 PM. I have been wanting to go to lunch since the past hour and a half. I have an insane amount of work to be done.Friday is the deadline for 2 projects. They are going to do the testing all of next week and the implementation is on the Monday after next.It's Wednesday...n I am not sure if I want this week to get over soon or if I want it to stretch out so that I can get all my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105837783258244368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105837783258244368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105837783258244368' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105828046481147426</id><published>2003-07-15T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T10:51:04.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent 5 hours on Saturday browsing through IKEA. IKEA is a store that sells furniture... or rather lifestyles... Now spending 5 hours in a furniture store may not sound like a fun thing to do but Sandeep n I really enjoyed it. I completely freaked out in the Children's section... :) bought a lot of lil things for my 2 year old niece - Ayushi. Amongst other things I got her a bendable teddy and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105828046481147426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105828046481147426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105828046481147426' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105827210537097596</id><published>2003-07-15T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T08:28:25.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was one busy day at work.. Came in at 8:00 ...left at 6:30 ... n the only breathing time I had was when I stepped out to get lunch. Also spent 3 hours in a meeting. Initially it was gonna  be a client meeting...but instead we decided to "talk" amongst ourselves first and everyone just went on and on... and I kept thinkn to myself..."SHUT UP already!!!"... I need to get work done...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105827210537097596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105827210537097596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105827210537097596' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105793589383826486</id><published>2003-07-11T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T11:04:53.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy, Grumpy, Dopey, Sleepy, Bashful...Can't remember the last 2 names... help!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105793589383826486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105793589383826486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105793589383826486' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105785037796715150</id><published>2003-07-10T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T11:19:37.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My car is making those squeaky noises again!!! I have already taken it to the VW ppl twice... The first time those guys thought that the links were bad, so they changed those...and said that the problem would go away... It did not!! When I went in the next time, I told them that I thought that the noise was due to some friction between two parts near the right wheel. The guy put some grease and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105785037796715150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105785037796715150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105785037796715150' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105776806049368273</id><published>2003-07-09T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T12:27:40.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving in to work this morning, one of the regular traffic lights on the way was not working. As I approached it, the car in front of me stopped and let the car on the other side go first. The rule being followed was that when you got to the juntion you would leave it in the order that u got there with respect to the cars from the other 3 roads at the junction. When my turn came, I thought I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105776806049368273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105776806049368273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105776806049368273' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105767586198945866</id><published>2003-07-08T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T10:51:01.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a strange realization this weekend. I have come to a conclusion that I hate shopping!!! Now before ppl start jumping on me for that statement, lemme clarify that I hate shopping only when I go to the mall and there are all these lovely clothes on display, and then I still can't buy them just because I have no more space to keep them.When I was in Bombay and had the luxury of a room custom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105767586198945866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105767586198945866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105767586198945866' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105760341483190243</id><published>2003-07-07T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T14:43:34.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had lunch at Blimpie's today. The one that I go to gives u a free cookie if u can answer their question of the day correctly. Their question for today was "Name the only bird to be featued in the Chinese Calendar." This is where actually reading the other side of the Fortune cookies given after a meal at Chinese restaurants paid off... and so here I am typing this with the fingers on my right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105760341483190243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105760341483190243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105760341483190243' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105758493901617081</id><published>2003-07-07T09:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T09:47:16.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worked on Friday ....and on Saturday :( So this weekend was far from what a long weekend should ideally be. I was warned that I am turning into a workaholic ... and I think nothing could be further away from the truth ... he he. True that I worked on this one, lekin have already made plans for the next 5-6 weekends... and they better not ruin anymore for me!!Apart from working I also finished </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105758493901617081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105758493901617081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105758493901617081' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105723844148224823</id><published>2003-07-03T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T09:20:41.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mujhe Pyar Tum Se Nahin Hai Nahin HaiMagar Maine Yeh Raaz Ab Tak Na JaanaKi Kyon Pyaari Lagti Hain Baatein TumhariMein Kyon Tumse Milne Ka Dhoondhoo BahanaKabhi Maine Chaha Tumhe Chooke DekhoonKabhi Maine Chaha Tumhe Paas Laana..Magar Phir Bhi...Is Baat Ka Yakeen HaiMujhe Pyar Tumse Nahin Hai Nahin Hai...Ever got this feeling??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105723844148224823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105723844148224823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105723844148224823' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105715137875852430</id><published>2003-07-02T09:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T09:09:38.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last evening my boss came in and we started talkin bout the work that I was doing and what we needed to accomplish and blah blah blah... Now one of our customers wants this new module and they have been talkin bout getting it for quite some time now... She wanted me to switch from what I was doing to the new module. But since I could not leave this thing half done, I told her that I'll complete </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105715137875852430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105715137875852430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105715137875852430' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105706767483247533</id><published>2003-07-01T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T09:54:34.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a dream last night... God came to me and whispered in my ear ..."If you think Mona Lisa is stunning, you should look at my masterpice - in the mirror"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105706767483247533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105706767483247533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105706767483247533' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105698922807132621</id><published>2003-06-30T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T14:25:39.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did not get enough sleep this weekend... the perils of having 5 of ur close friends come over and then party like there is no tomorrow!!Friday night went to Cleveland Flats... hit two places...Thirsty Parrot and Shooters... 19 of us ... ppl din like Thirsty Parrot as much bit I liked the music that they played there... There was some rock which is quite rare for a pub / club in the US...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105698922807132621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105698922807132621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105698922807132621' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105698026476617678</id><published>2003-06-30T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T09:37:44.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woke up this morning, and got ready as usual. Just before leaving the house, picked the car keys and the cell phone from the counter…stepped out of the house, turned left into the parking lot and sleepily walked to my regular parking spot… and woke up with the rudest shock … my car was not there!!!Now, a few weekends ago there were some thefts in the neighborhood. Since I always think of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105698026476617678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105698026476617678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105698026476617678' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5388992.post-105672239325183302</id><published>2003-06-27T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T08:32:50.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 9:00 in the morning and I am already craving for chocolate. For some reason the trash was not taken out yesterday and sitting at the other end of my table is the wrapper of the Snickers bar that I ate last evening. I wish I could run out to the Pharmacy next door and get myself some more ...but will have to wait until lunch time …My ideal day would begin with a chocolate glazed doughnut </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105672239325183302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5388992/posts/default/105672239325183302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sapnab.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105672239325183302' title=''/><author><name>Sapna Bhargava</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07277646302091076309</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></entry></feed>
