<?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-3283041513822630622</id><updated>2011-12-15T00:52:56.148-08:00</updated><category term='Alone'/><category term='Star'/><category term='Mumbai Food'/><category term='Bubbles'/><category term='Candies'/><category term='Together'/><category term='Candies Bandra'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Seperate'/><category term='Food'/><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-7071293197342332240</id><published>2011-12-15T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:44:11.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baanwara sa yeh man...</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to Chixy!~ The poem title is inspired from the Song Baanwaara Mann by Shri Swanand Kirkire. from the movie Hazaro Khwaishein Aisi.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an artist, by profession a designer and a creative person. Had been thru many ups and downs in life. At some point he met this beautiful angel fairy who always wanted to be his, but he somehow was in no position to accept her for life. Nevertheless, he wanted to be with the fairy till time permitted and wanted to give her the best he could. She made him fly high on the sky. And they rocked the city, with a no named relationship. A relationship so strong and so pure and so divine. It was something normal people could never understand. It was pure, with unconditional love and happiness. But one day the Fairy got annoyed with him. So badly that she couldnt take this idiots reasons anymore. She just couldnt take it and she fired back. He as usually had no answer. He was lost as always, speechless and restless. And this is wat he had to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baanwara sa yeh mann!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baanwara sa yeh mann, &lt;br /&gt;kaise samjhata, &lt;br /&gt;khwaabon ki duniya mein &lt;br /&gt;ek baanwara sa khwaab dekhne chala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khwaab jo dekha,&lt;br /&gt;toh bole yeh baanwara sa mann,&lt;br /&gt;yeh khwaab na hai mera,&lt;br /&gt;phir bhe laage aapna saa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khwaab jo toota,&lt;br /&gt;baanwara man bhi rootha,&lt;br /&gt;woh khwaab na tha mera, &lt;br /&gt;aise hi yeh man bas hain baanwaraa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-7071293197342332240?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/7071293197342332240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=7071293197342332240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7071293197342332240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7071293197342332240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2011/12/baanwara-sa-yeh-man.html' title='Baanwara sa yeh man...'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-3147845738806967577</id><published>2010-11-02T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:06:29.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd November 2004 !</title><content type='html'>Beep beep... His cellphone constantly beeped with sms's asking to meet up asap. He wondered what had happend... he left for office and on his way met up with his friends to find out what it was. there was chaos in the entire group... "arey tere bike pe chale jao tum loog.. reach asap" someone yelled, "arey tu dekh mat, bike chalu kar, jaldi chal blood donation ke liye jaana hain" ... . Vroom as all the bikes zoomed on to the blood bank. On his way to the blood bank, vivek told him about the accident. A lady from his building had met with a major accident and needed blood. Vivek was making sure he informed everyone and took everyone along. 'arey bahut buraa huaa yaar, aunty is in a very bad state... Chances of survival are very less... Priyesh told him as they drove towards the blood bank. He reached the blood bank and they all rushed in. He called up his girlfriend... Well girlfriend was not the right term... Their relationship was almost in splits... Several reasons... memories of their first meet flashed by, it was just a few days back they met, met on the 31st of october... met for the first time... And it was a sweet memory to cherish... She answered the call... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: hey dear, hows u... U at office? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : yes, im at office, where are u? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : i have come here to donate blood... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : u please dont do it, im worried for you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : no babes, ill do it... I understand u worried about me, but relax, its for a cause... Ill be glad if i can help save someones life.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Uh, um.. Okay, take care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : i will... Ill call u once its done. Bye dear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep beep... The call got disconnected... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up as the nurse asked, are you the next donor? He replied 'yes' come this way, the nurse said. He lied on a bed as the nurse collected blood he was a little scared but was glad he was helping for a good cause. A few minutes passed by and it was done... He stood up happily, he was done... Walked up to the bench and dialled her number... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : hello, look its done... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : oh... U are such an adamant guy, are u fine... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He : yes... ER.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thud... The phone fell and got disconnected... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went unconsious... He had visions of traveling through a deep blackhole and he was struggling to save himself from falling deep inside the blackhole. People gathered around... Some one splashed water as the nurse checked his pulse and tried to get him back to consiousness. A few minutes of struggling through the deep darkhole of maze, he opened his eyes. He popped for his cellphone... 'wheres my phone' i need to call her... She must be worried... Please call her and tell her im fine... prashant sat next to him and said here is ur phone... He asked him to call her and tell he was fine... Prashant called her and told about it... He was restless... Soon after a minute he dialled her number and spoke wid her... Told her he was allright as she scolded him for not listening to her... That small moment made him realise, it was really difficult to live without her... And the difficult time was about to begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-3147845738806967577?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/3147845738806967577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=3147845738806967577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/3147845738806967577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/3147845738806967577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2010/11/2nd-november-2004.html' title='2nd November 2004 !'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-4121172004222238497</id><published>2010-10-30T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T09:41:42.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La La ... LAMBA - AH Prawns...</title><content type='html'>Its been a crazy week with loads of work happening. Hectic But fun. In all this zip-zap-zoom I somehow got some time on friday evening to have dinner with a friend at Chembur. We were wondering where to go, and then landed up at Lamba! Yes a famous food joint, umm yea A Dhaba! in Chembur very well known and known best for its Prawns speciality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamba serves authentic Punjabi cuisine and a heaven for Non Veggie freaks like me. Lamba serves awesome chiken tikkas, mutton delicacies and loads of amazing stuff. Its known best for its Prawns Speciality! Prawns fry, Prawns Biryani and a few more prawn delicacies is something that will make you go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to have a no-so-heavy dinner so we stared off with Prawns Fry, a super mouth watering delicacy which will drive you crazy just with the aroma of the Prawns, you think about it and the aroma just lingers around in your mind. The best part about the prawns and all the food here, specially about the prawns is that the prawns are fresh. Prawns if not served fresh do not have the taste, and can also have a little foul smell. But here at Lamba, I can guarantee you the BEST of prawns, and yes they are average good sized prawns and its fun havin them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TMxJLk1QFfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WGbB1hdLBvs/s400/Prawns.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533878505345914354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next dish we ordered was Prawns Biryani, whoa again the exotic aroma and taste blended with tiger prawns leaves you speechless. The Biryani rice flavoured with the prawns masala is a perfect combination and is the most divine delicacy one can relish. The Biryani has big tiger prawns which makes it even more interesting. Did not waste a single minute taking any pic of the biryani... just had it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The service is good, they also have a seperate Bar Area where they serve alcohol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TMxJ3_twROI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AgdR7mq8Rns/s400/Lamba.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533879268476470498" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have been here a couple of times and have always liked the food here. More than the food its the attitude of the people which I liked. We were sitting outside in front of the tandoor area, I could observe the Manager who was packing and getting the orders ready, he was precise and perfect. I saw him rejecting an order since it was not made properly, it was a parcel order and he noticed that the chicken was not cooked well, I saw him taking the serving back to the cook and telling him it was not made well and asked him to make it again. Also while he served the orders, he was making sure everything was perfect. Really liked their attention to detail and this is how they have made a great name for themselves. I would recommend Lamba to all my friends. A place for having amazing food! Priced well the food here is really worth the money you pay! I am already planning my next dinner as I finish writing this post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-4121172004222238497?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/4121172004222238497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=4121172004222238497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4121172004222238497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4121172004222238497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2010/10/la-la-la-la-lamba-ah-prawns.html' title='La La La La ... LAMBA - AH Prawns...'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TMxJLk1QFfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WGbB1hdLBvs/s72-c/Prawns.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-5126922427148740163</id><published>2010-10-03T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:43:21.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Food Hangouts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TLNMskKtlyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7uXKFBqCvhg/s1600/Sadiccha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TLNMskKtlyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7uXKFBqCvhg/s400/Sadiccha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526845496220292898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, im back to my desk after an awesome dinner! and yes I am gonna brag about it. Well no im not gonna brag about me having an awesome dinner, but about the place where I got the dinner from! Yes Im talkin about FOOD! after a much awaited break, I got back hunting to my Favourite Food Hangouts. Today I am gonna share one of my Favourite place - Sadichha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its Bandra with one of its best Landmarks! Sadichha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadichha is an authentic Malwani / Konkani food place. And is famous for Seafood specialties as well as chicken sukkha and mutton sukka delicacies. In short its a perfect place for Non-Vegetarians like me :) yea thats a big wide grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food here consists of authentic Malwani food! yes its 100% marathi coastal food! And its fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been to Sadichha several times and that helps me write about most of the food that I have tasted here. Cos you just cant have it all at one go, they have an awesome variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with I would like to tell you about the starters, well starters would not be the right word, cos this term does not exist in Marathi food. Anways, to start of with I would recommend the Prawns Koliwada Fry or Jawla Fry (Yes thats the correct spelling of Jawla). The prawns here are real good with the spicy masala which ignites you to taste more of the food here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadichha serves very good Fish Delicacies, So if you are going to start, id suggest you some Halwa Fry and Surmai Masala. Well if you choose chicken/mutton, then you can opt the Chicken/Mutton Sukkha. The sukkha chicken/mutton is to die for. Shimply masala or Tisrya masala, known commonly as shellfish is a treat out here. They also serve authentic kolhapuri chicken known as kolhapuri kombdi. If you are a crab fan, then Khekda masala is the dish for you. Crabs with authentic coastal preparation is a dish you need to have with both your hands digged in the place to break open the crab and enjoy the crab flesh with the mouth watering masala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish delicacies like Surmai Masala, Pomfret Masala, Stuff Pomfrets with Solkadi is a bliss! I am sure by now you must be all desperate to have some real good fish. ALl these heavenly delicacies can be enjoyed with Bhakri, Chapati and the chicken can also be enjoyed with Kombadi wade. Yes the food out here is to die for, so what are you waiting for? Go try it all out there! Here is the traditional board which had all the items and specials of the day! Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-5126922427148740163?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/5126922427148740163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=5126922427148740163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/5126922427148740163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/5126922427148740163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-favourite-food-hangouts.html' title='My Favourite Food Hangouts'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TLNMskKtlyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/7uXKFBqCvhg/s72-c/Sadiccha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-3470258850577384534</id><published>2010-10-01T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T11:11:54.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crossroads Song!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TKYkV6QeggI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nk3pRa722es/s1600/broken-guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TKYkV6QeggI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nk3pRa722es/s400/broken-guitar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523141951850709506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-3470258850577384534?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/3470258850577384534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=3470258850577384534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/3470258850577384534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/3470258850577384534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2010/10/crossroads-song_01.html' title='The Crossroads Song!'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TKYkV6QeggI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Nk3pRa722es/s72-c/broken-guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-5855043680627742636</id><published>2010-10-01T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T10:59:25.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Days, Cold Nights!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TKYhdrLgtGI/AAAAAAAAADA/GrqtRW5lZ8U/s1600/Winter_wallpapers_Frost_on_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TKYhdrLgtGI/AAAAAAAAADA/GrqtRW5lZ8U/s400/Winter_wallpapers_Frost_on_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523138786707420258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-5855043680627742636?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/5855043680627742636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=5855043680627742636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/5855043680627742636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/5855043680627742636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2010/10/dark-days-cold-nights.html' title='Dark Days, Cold Nights!'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/TKYhdrLgtGI/AAAAAAAAADA/GrqtRW5lZ8U/s72-c/Winter_wallpapers_Frost_on_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-6773152492368298126</id><published>2010-07-07T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:41:42.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school chale hum</title><content type='html'>June july begins with schools, new text books, notebooks, pens, pencil boxes, uniforms, raincoats... Everything thats related to school. Fun isnt it, goin to school with all your friends wearing new uniforms and carrying new school bags, specially with kids... Kids who are just starting up with their KG classes. For them school is a new world, a world which they have dreamt of...wanting to go to school.wanting to begin a new chapter, the best chapter. But hold on, what about those kids who are not lucky to get admission? Specially if they dont have any references or contacts and not even the capacity to grease the palms of some corrupt politicians and get through with the admissions. Yes, there are people, who have to struggle very hard so they can see their little wonder entering the school of his/her dreams. And here im not talking about any modern school admission. Im talkin about admission in a regular school. I came across such a situation when I saw a friend of mine struggling to help someone get admission for their kid. Now my friend, she isnt any journalist or social worker or any influential person. She is a student of TYBMM. And she was all running for the last two months just to make sure her neighbours kid gets admission in a decent school. The same kid whom she offers tutions free of cost. Yes free of cost without any conditions apply tag, just because his parents cant afford. I proudly congratulate my friend Preeti for having successfully helped the little kid getting in his dream school. Yes I am feeling very proud today when I see her successfull with the admission part. Preeti had to undergo a lot of ups and downs in this entire process. It was the same school she had passed out from and she thought maybe it wont be much of a problem. But it was not an easy affair... The grind had begun. They refused admission for whatever reasons... The running around had started. She tried if thru friends including me, if there were any contacts through where she could get the admission. But all in vain. I didnt have much political or any influential contacts which I could go through, I really felt helpless since there was nothing I could do other than moral support. I saw a girl running around, helping someone to make their child's future... And i was helpless... But preeti was not amongst someone who could give in so easlily. She struggled her way through all these days and finally got a source through another good friend of her who could get the admission done...that friend through his collegue got them through with the admission process. The best part is he didnt charge money or donation...he asked them to get a Life insurance policy to be taken for the kid, which in would be beneficial for the kid. Preeti's efforts helped the kid get admission in one of the decent reputed school. Kudos to preeti! I Congratulate her once again. Babes you have made all of us proud and taught us to be selfless and do our little bit for the needy. Once again... Three Cheers to Preeti! May you always be successfull in all walks of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-6773152492368298126?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/6773152492368298126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=6773152492368298126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/6773152492368298126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/6773152492368298126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-chale-hum.html' title='school chale hum'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-5486441710555718936</id><published>2009-12-02T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:38:32.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After a long hectic work schedule, I finally got a break and had been to Vaishnodevi after a gap of 2 Years. It was really a wonderful trip and now I'm back, all recharged! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But while I was away this week, my very close friend Chiks, really went thru a very bad time. The worst part is she didnt let me know all this week cos I was away on a vacation n she didnt wana disturb me. When I was back she told me bout it and was completely sad n broken down. It felt really bad when she said she was all alone... She talked bout loneliness and I could really understand that, believe me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Everyone goes thru loneliness at some point of time in their lives. Its a passing phase maybe, or whatever you say. I was really feelin bad thinking about everything and loneliness, a few lines came to my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is Loneliness...just an attempt to tell chiks, that I did really understand what u must have gone thru... Chiks I am sure u wont be lonely ever again... Cos u wud be strong by now !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;you take a busy road on a crowded street, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you walk by aside on the street.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say good bye to your friends goin home,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wave a bye to the girl waiting for her guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And time comes when you are all alone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;busy walkin on the crowded road... All alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonliness, when no-ones near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonliness, when u dont fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonliness, a satisfaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonliness, its a distraction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonliness, a walk of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonliness, is no turning back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonliness, its destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonliness, its me and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonliness, when the right goes wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonliness, its made me strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-5486441710555718936?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/5486441710555718936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=5486441710555718936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/5486441710555718936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/5486441710555718936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2009/12/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness !!!'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-4150581506902793302</id><published>2009-11-17T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T08:05:57.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Day!</title><content type='html'>Its a Black Day for me...17th of November... This day does not exist for me... I hate this day! Dont Ask me why!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-4150581506902793302?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/4150581506902793302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=4150581506902793302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4150581506902793302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4150581506902793302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2009/11/black-day.html' title='Black Day!'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-4986731069054234545</id><published>2009-11-10T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:38:28.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Its November and expecting some chill out here in Mumbai! Well I know mumbai winters are not something that id wait for snowfall and fall leaves or something like that. But yes Mumbai winters are cool! Though not jackets or sweaters or pullovers, but yes people did take out their umbrellas n raincoats cos Mumbai experienced an unexpected rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been dreaming about this weird rainfall since a long time and could not find the relation... One more incident that i dream of is also related to rain, though it never happened I still could not figure out what all that was about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A song for the November Rain!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VX6gMudhCU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4VX6gMudhCU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-4986731069054234545?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/4986731069054234545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=4986731069054234545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4986731069054234545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4986731069054234545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-rain.html' title='November Rain!'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-721040794658494919</id><published>2009-11-10T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:08:00.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu Jaane Naa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"kaise batayein, kyun tujhko chahe&lt;br /&gt;yaara bata na paayein&lt;br /&gt;baatein dilo ki, dekho jo baki&lt;br /&gt;aake tujhe samjhayein&lt;br /&gt;tu jaane na aaaa..tu jaane na&lt;br /&gt;tu jaane na aaaa..tu jaane na"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Watched the movie Ajab Prem Ki Ghajab kahani. The movie seemed to be okay. Rajkumar Santoshi tried his Andaaz Aapna Aapna style humor but I feel he somehow could have done better. He is one of my favourite directors. The music of this movie is noticeable. Pritam has done justice to the lyrics by Irshaad Kamil. The duo does it again after Jab we met.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Well the song in the movie really gets you goosebumps with the music, vocals by atif and offcourse the chorus and the cinematography to add the icing on the cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I loved the song. Well not just for the above reasons. But I was touched. It kinda expressed my state of mind. Every word is just what id wished to say. Moreover when I learned that there was a version of the song by "Kailash - Paresh - Naresh" I just couldn't stop myself. Yes they have an unplugged version in the music album. The best part is that all the versions are simply superb!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Coming to my state of mind... yes... something id always say... Tu jaane naa... U just cud never know and cud never understand!!! No intentions here to hurt anyone, cos even someone can say the same to me...  Funny isnt it. Funny but true. Its just a state of mind! very complex yet true, which I had to face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Here's the video and lyrics! Enjoy! And yes Tu Jaane Naa...U cud never understand!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: normal; white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ka1JNhprlag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ka1JNhprlag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;kaise batayein, kyun tujhko chahe&lt;br /&gt;yaara bata na paayein&lt;br /&gt;baatein dilo ki, dekho jo baki&lt;br /&gt;aake tujhe samjhayein&lt;br /&gt;tu jaane na aaaa..tu jaane na&lt;br /&gt;tu jaane na aaaa..tu jaane na&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;hmm milke bhi, hum na mile&lt;br /&gt;tumse na jaane kyun, meelo ke,&lt;br /&gt;hai faasle tumse na jaane kyun&lt;br /&gt;anjaane, hai silsile&lt;br /&gt;tum se na jaane kyun, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;sapne hai, palko tale tum se na jaane kyunnnnnn…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;kaise batayein, kyun tujhko chahe&lt;br /&gt;yaara bata na paayein&lt;br /&gt;(aaa…aaa…)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;baatein dil o ki, dekho jo baki&lt;br /&gt;aake tujhe samjhayein&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;tu jaane na aaaa..tu jaane na&lt;br /&gt;tu jaane na aaaa..tu jaane na&lt;br /&gt;aaaa aaaaa aaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;nigahon mein dehko, meri jo hai bas gaya aa&lt;br /&gt;woh hai milta tumse hubahoo&lt;br /&gt;ooohhooo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaane teri aankhein, kiya baatein ki vajah…&lt;br /&gt;hue tum jo dil ki aarzoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;tum paas ho ke bhi, tum aas ho ke bhi&lt;br /&gt;ehsaas ho ke bhi, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;apne nahin aise hai, hum ko gile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;tumse na jaane kyun, meelo ke&lt;br /&gt;hai faasle tumse na jaane kyun ooonnn….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;tu jaane na aaaa..tu jaane na&lt;br /&gt;tu jaane na aaaa..tu jaane na&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;ooo jaane na jaane na jaane na&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaa aaa… tu jaane na&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;khayalon mein lakhon baatein, yun toh keh gayaaaa..&lt;br /&gt;bola kuch na tere saamne&lt;br /&gt;oooo… hue na begaane bhi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;tum hoke aur ke, dekho tum na mere hi bane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;aafsos hota hai, dil bhi yeh rota hai&lt;br /&gt;sapne sanjotha hai, pagla hua soche ye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;hum the mile tum se na jaane kyun&lt;br /&gt;meelo ke, hai faasle tumse na jaane kyun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;anjaane, hai silsile, tum se na jaane kyun, sapne hai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;palko tale tum se na jaane kyunnnnnn…&lt;br /&gt;hooooohh…kaise batayein&lt;br /&gt;kyun tujhko chahe, yaara bata na paayein&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;baatein dil o ki, dekho jo baki&lt;br /&gt;aake tujhe samjhayein&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 15px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;tu jaane na aaaa..tu jaane na&lt;br /&gt;tu jaane na aaaa..tu jaane na&lt;br /&gt;tu jaane naaaa…tu jaane naa&lt;br /&gt;tu jaane naaaa…tu jaane naa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-721040794658494919?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/721040794658494919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=721040794658494919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/721040794658494919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/721040794658494919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2009/11/tu-jaane-naa.html' title='Tu Jaane Naa!'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-1127248627226673247</id><published>2009-09-16T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:19:29.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iktara! - Bringing back memories</title><content type='html'>Music lately is kinda away from me from the last few days. The last few good songs i kinda loved are from Rock On. Off course there have been many good songs after that, but Yeh Tumhari Meri Baatien from Rock On, really did move me. It got me goosebumps and I could find some connect for a several reasons, people know why. I had set it as a ringtone for someone special, today i dont have it anymore since that person dosent call me anymore, shez gone far far away. Even today when i hear the song on the radio or someones ringtone, i go numb for a minute. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last saturday morning I woke up from bed n heard "Iktara" from wake up sid. I fell in love wid that song that very moment. I heard it twice, thrice n kept on listenin. Saw the video properly on youtube today. Everytime I heard the song I just thought of only one person. Maybe she hates me now. But I still could not stop getting back to my memories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iktara... its a wonderful number. n its got a wonderful meaning too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDOAxX-5dho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RDOAxX-5dho&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Orey manva tu to bavra hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu hi jaane tu kya sochta hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu hi jaane tu kya sochta hai bavre&lt;br /&gt;Kyun dikhaye sapne tu sote jaagte&lt;br /&gt;Jo barse sapne boond boond&lt;br /&gt;Nainon ko moond moond&lt;br /&gt;Jo barse sapne﻿ boond boond&lt;br /&gt;Nainon ko moond moond&lt;br /&gt;Kaise main chaloon, dekh na sakoon&lt;br /&gt;Anjaane raastein&lt;br /&gt;Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara&lt;br /&gt;Dheeme bole koi iktara iktara, dheeme bole koi iktara&lt;br /&gt;Gunjasa hai koi iktara iktara, gunjasa hai koi iktara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-1127248627226673247?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/1127248627226673247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=1127248627226673247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/1127248627226673247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/1127248627226673247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2009/09/iktara-bringing-back-memories.html' title='Iktara! - Bringing back memories'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-7725694076607055197</id><published>2009-09-13T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:54:51.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/Sq0Hsw9_POI/AAAAAAAAABw/uTEet_MkOU0/s1600-h/Test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/Sq0Hsw9_POI/AAAAAAAAABw/uTEet_MkOU0/s320/Test.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380965595418148066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... this pic below is dedicated to my cutest friend... In fact she'z penned the lines herself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweets u r da best!... Chikuti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-7725694076607055197?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/7725694076607055197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=7725694076607055197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7725694076607055197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7725694076607055197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2009/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/Sq0Hsw9_POI/AAAAAAAAABw/uTEet_MkOU0/s72-c/Test.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-4115624056865233476</id><published>2009-05-18T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T10:25:21.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Okay, this post is dedicated to a very special friend... she has been a very close friend of mine in a very short time and is a sweetheart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;This one's for u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;im happy i cud make u smile... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;no matter even if that was for a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I could see u getting lost nowhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;for no reason even when I was there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Wanted to get u out of that puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;as i could see tears drizzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;wanted u to gain back your rhythm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the speed the force and get u back in action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am happy I cud do that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;as we sat by the lake and had a small chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Always wish that u aim high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Reach the top n fly high!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-4115624056865233476?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/4115624056865233476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=4115624056865233476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4115624056865233476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4115624056865233476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2009/05/smile.html' title='Smile!'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-5444250380753166485</id><published>2009-02-22T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:26:59.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SaE2Wb0MruI/AAAAAAAAABo/GXAfKTgklqo/s1600-h/BryanAdams_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SaE2Wb0MruI/AAAAAAAAABo/GXAfKTgklqo/s320/BryanAdams_sml.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305581595070869218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keep Rockin!!! U Rock Bryan!!! more coming soon on this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-5444250380753166485?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/5444250380753166485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=5444250380753166485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/5444250380753166485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/5444250380753166485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2009/02/keep-rockin-u-rock-bryan-more-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SaE2Wb0MruI/AAAAAAAAABo/GXAfKTgklqo/s72-c/BryanAdams_sml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-7126853653554035591</id><published>2008-10-16T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T04:24:47.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun hidin behind the clouds.. and the rays pourin out from the clouds! It was awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SPckGUqhcmI/AAAAAAAAABI/I5EpVoU0kXo/s1600-h/09102008(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SPckGUqhcmI/AAAAAAAAABI/I5EpVoU0kXo/s320/09102008(005).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257710781023220322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SPckGl48AWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AjbeW6Jheao/s1600-h/09102008(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SPckGl48AWI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AjbeW6Jheao/s320/09102008(006).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257710785647083874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SPckGj5fjSI/AAAAAAAAABY/3IH6kuiUbzA/s1600-h/09102008(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SPckGj5fjSI/AAAAAAAAABY/3IH6kuiUbzA/s320/09102008(008).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257710785112542498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SPckG8i936I/AAAAAAAAABg/IDWvskgWin8/s1600-h/09102008(009).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/SPckG8i936I/AAAAAAAAABg/IDWvskgWin8/s320/09102008(009).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257710791728947106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sun hidin behind the clouds.. and the rays pourin out from the clouds! It was awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-7126853653554035591?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/7126853653554035591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=7126853653554035591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7126853653554035591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7126853653554035591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2008/10/sun-hidin-behind-clouds-and-rays-pourin.html' title='The Sun hidin behind the clouds.. and the rays pourin out from the clouds! 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The moon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Chal bye cya at the gym tomorrow" he said and he turned the radio on and vroomed off on his way home after a hectic day at office.It was indeed a tirin day at office. The music kept him cool! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a totally worked up day after office if somethin can really unwind you its good music n a glass of ur fav drink! The song on the radio went on ... "Bakhuda Tumhi Ho... " he closed his eyes for a second as the song swayed in his ears taking him back to the memories they watched the movie "Kismat Connection"... and he remembered her holding his hand as they enjoyed the song. Aap sun rahe hai BIG 92.7FM... and he was kinda distracted back, in fact realised that he shud concentrate on driving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few ads popped up and then popped up the next song! "Kahi to hogi wo..." he had not really heard that song so well... but that song reminded him of her favourite videos in Orkut she had posted recently... he was blank...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tu Hi meri shab hai... duaa hai" the first time they made love, and the song played in the background... he couldnt wait now, just wanted to stop n call her, but he drove on as the song brought back to him his sweetest of memories... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Big 92.7 FM Suno Sunaoo life banaoo... the RJ popped in as he thought to himself, "why with me", again a series of questions flooded his mind. After a long struggle he had kept himself away from it, and everything came crashing over him... "why me and why today ??? " ... he was lost completely in his thoughts waiting for the next song, expecting it to be a big blow, and yes it was... "Saiyaan........." kailash khers voice drove him to a different world as he looked up at the bright moonlight sky and murmured to himself "I Miss u!!!" He was zapped and was just not knowing whats happening. The song was very special to both of them, both of them loved it madly. It was a very special song. In fact the most special one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The song ended just before he could take a turn near their favourite coffee shop! he looked at the cafe and thought of droppin in for a coffee, he had done that before whenever he missed her. But he kept drivin, it was gettin late for home. As he neared home, a fast number started, he was relieved, "Thank god, I wont cry anymore" he said as he wiped his tears. The song played and he didnt really concentrate on the song as he was loaded with enough memories as he passed by her old office. He was getting back to normal and "Kangna Re Kangna Re..." Paheli he murmured and looked up at the sky again as he felt all the more nostalgic, the song was from the movie Paheli, the first movie they watched together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He couldnt handle it by now, just wanted to let go everyhting and talk to her. He stopped his bike and now wanted to talk to her, maybe just a HI... he didnt know, but he didnt. "She must be busy with people at home..." , "Or maybe she must be busy cookin food for him..."  he murmured to himself and drove home as the radio cluttered with ads as he was totally lost in a different world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-7786311884941073248?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/7786311884941073248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=7786311884941073248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7786311884941073248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7786311884941073248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2008/10/radio.html' title='Radio'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-981121144829668579</id><published>2008-06-25T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:38:32.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaoge Jab Tum... Waitin for u my love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A wonderful song from Jab We Met, this song is very close to my heart... very special reason... and dedicated to the most special person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aangna Phool Khilenge... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LmVMD-fZPPU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LmVMD-fZPPU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaoge Jab Tum O Saajana - 2&lt;br /&gt;Angana Phool Khilenge&lt;br /&gt;Barsega Saawan, Barsega Saawan Jhoom Jhoomke&lt;br /&gt;Do Dil Aise Milenge&lt;br /&gt;Aaoge Jab Tum O Saajana, Angana Phool Khilenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naina Tere Kajraare Hai, Naino Pe Hum Dil Haare Hai&lt;br /&gt;Anjaane Hi Tere Naino Ne Waade Kiye Kayi Saare Hai&lt;br /&gt;Saanson Ki Lay Madham Chalein, Tose Gaye&lt;br /&gt;(Barasega Saawan - 2) Jhoom Jhoomke, Do Dil Aise Milenge&lt;br /&gt;Aaoge Jab Tum Ho Saajana, Angana Phool Khilenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanda Ko Taaku Raaton Mein, Hai Zindagi Tere Haanthon Mein&lt;br /&gt;Palkon Pe Jhilmil Taarein Hain, Aana Bhari Barsaaton Mein&lt;br /&gt;Sapnon Ka Jahaan, Hoga Kela Kela&lt;br /&gt;(Barasega Saawan - 2) Jhoom Jhoomke, Do Dil Aise Milenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angana Phool Khilenge - 2 (Sargam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-981121144829668579?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/981121144829668579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=981121144829668579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/981121144829668579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/981121144829668579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2008/06/aaoge-jab-tum-waitin-for-u-my-love.html' title='Aaoge Jab Tum... Waitin for u my love :)'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-3893455882394080378</id><published>2008-06-07T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T08:45:18.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choked!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Choked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its midnight and i wake up with an uneasy feeling. Im restless and strugglin for freedom, strugglin to come out of it, just like a drowning man tries his best to survive himself. But still im choked. Choked not because someones stranglin me to death, choked up from within, tryin to gain some breath by lettin go off some tears, but its all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened first 3 years back when i got to know she wont be mine....Knowing she loves me the most and i love her the most. Convincing her to speak up to her parents and make things work out took away all the time we spent together... Every night i had this feelin... Sometimes when i think about her and us not being together and never gonna be together this is what happens. I feel choked, choked with emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 night-&lt;br /&gt;I had a very stressfull, just dont have the energy to type in here. Moreover the phone keypad is too small n inconvenient.But still feels better when i express myself here... Its been a stressful end for today. Wish she was here with me...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6june night 12am- c&lt;br /&gt;hoked again, but now i know what i need. I need to be with her and just speak up to her. Tell her i cant live like this anymore. Cant live without her. I need to be with her, hold her n breathe easy. Breathe life into myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-3893455882394080378?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/3893455882394080378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=3893455882394080378' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/3893455882394080378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/3893455882394080378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2008/06/choked.html' title='Choked!!!'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-8730942956747216507</id><published>2008-06-07T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:19:01.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUMB</title><content type='html'>Numb, I become so Numb,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An awesome song by Linkin park, its not a song but a state of mind. Yes I really become NUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME VIDEO AND AWESOME SONG... ENJOY WITH LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5Oi4R-jSoA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_5Oi4R-jSoA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Numb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so faithless lost under the surface&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what you're expecting of me&lt;br /&gt;Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that you're smothering me&lt;br /&gt;Holding too tightly afraid to lose control&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything that you thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen apart right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;Every step that I take is another mistake to you&lt;br /&gt;(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)&lt;br /&gt;And every second I waste is more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;I may end up failing too&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;You were just like me with someone disappointed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;Become so tired so much more aware&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming this all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Is be more like me and be less like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;I've become so numb I can't feel you there&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being what you want me to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-8730942956747216507?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/8730942956747216507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=8730942956747216507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/8730942956747216507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/8730942956747216507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2008/06/numb.html' title='NUMB'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-4465387061996957247</id><published>2008-03-15T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T07:19:52.328-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candies Bandra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Candies'/><title type='text'>My Favourite Hangouts in Mumbai</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Food, my favourte subject I can talk about. I wrote this post for a friends blog when he invited me as a guest writer. Thanks Punds for giving me a chance to write for your blog. You can read the original post here : &lt;a href="http://full2faltu.wordpress.com/2008/02/18/road-to-600-post-595-my-favorite-food-hangouts-in-mumbai/"&gt;http://full2faltu.wordpress.com/2008/02/18/road-to-600-post-595-my-favorite-food-hangouts-in-mumbai/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Had written this long time back, didnt publish it then cos I had not taken bubbles to Candies, which is my fav place... Today we had been there and we celebrated her birthday out there, so posting this today on this special occasion... And yeah, she too loved the place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My favorite food hangouts in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat to live or you live to eat, silly question but I love to eat and I live to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Vada pav to burger, from Punjabi to Chinese and Thai, Mumbai gives it all to you. Yes I am talking about food, food for not just satisfying hunger but food relished with taste. I am a total foodie and freak out on variety of food. I like to go out n eat, eat and eat. Not just eat but try out new delicacies and find out new places to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t claim that I am the biggest foodie, but yea I know quite a few interesting places. This is just an attempt to share my food destinations within Mumbai with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I remember going to my nani at Matunga with my parents and on our way back we had this small burger kinda place located in the same lane of Mahim Church, “Big Bite” with a burger like lit cutout on the signboard. The moment I think of this place I can actually smell the aroma of the big bite burger they served there. I still remember the taste and wow it was amazing. My mouth still waters the moment I think of Big Bite I go back to those childhood memories when I used to insist on having a Big Bite. And made sure I had it, the whole of it. I cant clearly remember what exactly it was made of, but my mom used to say that its nothing but bhakri (a type of Indian bread) stuffed with some filling and yes, not to forget those onion rings which completed the Big Bite. The thought of Big bite still makes me nostalgic and those memories are very special for me since the time I discovered the hidden foodie within myself. The best part is my parents used to bribe me for a Big Bite so I could come to nani’s place with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movin to my college days when we had been to mahim to invite guests for our college event, I happened to bump in the same shop, but then Big Bite was no longer available, it turned out to be a bakery and a cake shop. I asked the lady there about Big Bite and she was very happy to see that I still remembered big bite which was started by her husband, long time back and it really did well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been to Mahim off late, but always found the shop closed. Everytime there was a new sponsored signboard, but never found the shop open. I will always remember Big Bite and will always miss it, since I may not get the same Big Bite anymore. Just an attempt to tell you all how much I miss Big Bite and how Big it really is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Udipi (Bandra Govt. Colony) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again back to my childhood days dad used to take us to Udipi on alternate Sundays to have the famous Dahi Wada J. Eating out or dining out was a luxury for us. Udipi at Govt. Colony Bandra was our most loved destination. I remember enjoying Dahi Wada with my younger bro, mom and dad. It was real fun. There was no Mc’ donalds concept that time, or even if it was there we could not really afford it. Dahi Wada on Sundays was a special treat for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maharashtra Dughdhalaya (Prabhadevi, Next to Shri Siddhivinayak temple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tuesdays was our day to go to Siddhivinayak with dad and then he took us to Maharashtra Dughdhalaya to enjoy the delicacies out there. We being kids that time did not really have the tastebuds for most of the items prepared there, but as we grew up we really liked the snacks made there. You cant miss the Upwasachi Misal (a type of dish made with loads of ingredients mixed specially when people are fasting). The place is also famous for Piyush and the special shrikhand that you get there. Other maharashtrian items like Sabudana Wada, Kothimbir Wadi and Alu Wadi are also specialities of the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highway Gomantak (Bandra East - Highway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Fish, prawns and sol kadi, if you like anyone of these then this is the perfect place for seafood lovers. Yes highway gomantak is the best places to have good seafood. Priced reasonably this place serves you authentic coastal food. Fish, served fried and curry both taste amazing. Not to miss the glass of Sol Kadi after a rockin fishy meal. This is place was started as a small eating house known as a Khanaval in marathi and now is a full fledged restaurant. So if you are a fish freak like me do check out the place and you will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hotel Vaishali (Chembur Stn – Fine Dine place) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like candlelights, Vaishali is the best place to be. Not just the ambience but also the food is amazing. It’s a perfect place for not only good ambience but also good food. Serving the best of the Indian delicacies, I love the Vaishali special kababs, this special preparation consists of minced chicken stuffed in chicken breasts and then barbequed. Its amazing, do try this out if you happen to drop in here and yea about 3 people can easily share this delicacy making it one of the best starters. The reason I like this place is again emotions attached, I have been here with my best friend several times and we really enjoyed eating out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Candies (Bandra West, Reclaimation / Bandra Pali Hill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Moving to one of my most loved place Candies. AWESOME is the word.&lt;br /&gt;It was a boring Sunday and I was damn irritated and all thanks to my best pal Swapnil who took me out to this place called Candies. Located at reclaimation, next to Lilawati hospital and IES college, candies is the perfect place for a Sunday or maybe any evening. Candies serve amazing bread and patisseries. Mutton mince rolls out here are my hot favorite. Wild berry Ice tea is what I would recommend you all to have out here. Other than all this they have a variety of Breads, starting from brown breads to garlic breads, you get it all here and yes FRESH! The desserts here are mouth watering. Not to miss the tarts and other sweety stuff you can enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from food, candies gives you the perfect ambience, the place gets crowded at times but it never gets noisy then the music and the lights keep the story going on. I saw these candles lit on bamboo sticks placed unevenly next to each other, giving it an earthen yet stylish look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candies has recently started off their new outlet at Pali hll, truly an amazing place, This place has the best of candies food served here and has got loads of place to sit and relax. It gives you an out of the world feel, the ground floor has the serving area, you pick up your stuff and walk upstairs where it opens to places to sit and relax with a very nice landscaped garden done well. Its totally open and covered with the shadows of the trees, believe me you wont feel like you are in Mumbai, and with the freezing Mumbai weather its simply awesome. Its just sometime back I returned from candies and continued writing this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/R9vWnYZC0VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HjaVzuwUCpU/s1600-h/09022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177968168643252562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/R9vWnYZC0VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HjaVzuwUCpU/s320/09022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Chicken Soup, Muton Mince Roll, Wild berry Ice Tea and Coffee with some sweets)&lt;br /&gt;People walk out saying, “Lovely Place, Isn’t it”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It was Valentines and we spend our evening at Candies again… I got my best friend here and she too fell in love with the place and yes she being a goan, loved the prawns curry rice and mutton mince rolls…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been again today (3rd ) time in this month and week, I went to Candies and here is a pic of what all I relished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/R9vXbIZC0WI/AAAAAAAAAAw/X4uaySr0k80/s1600-h/16022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177969057701482850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/R9vXbIZC0WI/AAAAAAAAAAw/X4uaySr0k80/s320/16022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing food, perfect ambience and that’s what Candies is… make sure you reach by 6:30 – 7:00 in the evening cos the food gets sold out really fast out here. And I am sure when you walk out you’ll say… amazing place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cant stop writing about this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from me being a foodie all the above places mentioned have some memories attached. I like going to these places is not just the good food but the food cooked and served with love. They love to serve you good food and they like that smile on your face, its just simple. Most of the places are not really expensive, but serve good quality food which you can really enjoy. So what are you waiting for, drive off to your favorite food destination and enjoy till I hunt some more places to satisfy my tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-4465387061996957247?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/4465387061996957247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=4465387061996957247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4465387061996957247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4465387061996957247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-favourite-hangouts-in-mumbai.html' title='My Favourite Hangouts in Mumbai'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/R9vWnYZC0VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HjaVzuwUCpU/s72-c/09022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-7645719265893965157</id><published>2007-11-19T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T08:51:47.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Ho Na Ho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This song from the film Kal Ho na Ho is really touching... The best part of the song is the small sweet lil kiss :) its really damn romantic... Just got no words to express that feelin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePcD_dc4XNY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ePcD_dc4XNY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-7645719265893965157?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/7645719265893965157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=7645719265893965157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7645719265893965157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7645719265893965157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/11/kal-ho-na-ho.html' title='Kal Ho Na Ho'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-2680896964902691229</id><published>2007-09-22T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:55:05.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbles... Scribblepad...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bubbles... she just scribbled dis... sweet aint it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Door of Memries vil nvr clse,hw much v miss r luv no 1 knows, days vl pass like yrs, n vll remember da memories in silent tears.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-2680896964902691229?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/2680896964902691229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=2680896964902691229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/2680896964902691229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/2680896964902691229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/09/bubbles-scribblepad.html' title='Bubbles... Scribblepad...'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-2148273614075622398</id><published>2007-09-22T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:49:09.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/RvTk-8Y7AWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TYfjAL2e_CI/s1600-h/LastCoffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/RvTk-8Y7AWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TYfjAL2e_CI/s320/LastCoffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112963246986035554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot can happen over a coffee... A lot did happen over a coffee... the last coffee with bubbles. Miss ya everyday and every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-2148273614075622398?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/2148273614075622398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=2148273614075622398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/2148273614075622398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/2148273614075622398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-coffee.html' title='The Last Coffee'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/RvTk-8Y7AWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/TYfjAL2e_CI/s72-c/LastCoffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-7707204507327991216</id><published>2007-09-22T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T02:47:26.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cafe Coffee Day - A lot can happen over a coffee... A lot did happen over a coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originally posted on 15 April 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ccd is cafe coffe day. The place where we used to come often, chat, discuss. Fight, love, cuddle and celebrate our birthdays. Its the place which got us back together... they have a baseline A lot can happen over a coffee... A lot did happen over a coffee and life took a different turn.Today again after a long time i am here. But alone. Missing her like crazy. But thats what i would do. Come here, have a coffee, chill, miss her and thats all. Dont know why i love her so much knowing i wont ever meet her anytime. Still i miss her and that makes me come here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-7707204507327991216?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/7707204507327991216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=7707204507327991216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7707204507327991216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/7707204507327991216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/09/cafe-coffee-day-lot-can-happen-over.html' title='Cafe Coffee Day - A lot can happen over a coffee... A lot did happen over a coffee'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-3209459552879740678</id><published>2007-09-21T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:19:22.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem by bubbles just for me :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/RvP8jMY7AUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gMsCkhRpYJY/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/RvP8jMY7AUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gMsCkhRpYJY/s320/b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112707683547021634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a poem by bubbles... she wrote dis for me... Feels so special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-3209459552879740678?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/3209459552879740678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=3209459552879740678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/3209459552879740678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/3209459552879740678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/09/poem-by-bubbles-written-just-for-me.html' title='A poem by bubbles just for me :)'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NMZDNH3Uv6Y/RvP8jMY7AUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gMsCkhRpYJY/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283041513822630622.post-4166194846220689412</id><published>2007-04-03T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:13:37.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seperate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bubbles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Together'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Star Studded Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my first post out here... edited several times though! This is a poem or a song... or whatever u can say... this is what I wrote for Bubbles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just a few months back I was on my way back home after a long tirin day and was madly missin my LOVE ... Bubbles... my sweetheart... my everything. I thought about her all the time i drove... the moon... the wind touchin my body, it all reminded me of her holdin me while we drove on my bike!!! the best part of my life, which is never gonna come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just took a lot of time to reveal whom I wrote this for... maybe my ego didnt let me do that, but then finally as they say love breaks all barriers... every day every moment I missed u just the way its written here. dont know whether u will read this anytime in ur life... but if u do, just remember that I love u Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is for u Bubbles :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star Studded night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 8 'o'clock, Im drivin’ home&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ bout u'n'me&lt;br /&gt;U'n'me its just a memory&lt;br /&gt;I see up high, on the starlit sky&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me u holdin’ me tight&lt;br /&gt;On a star studded night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your breath, Feel your touch&lt;br /&gt;You grabbin my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;When I speed it up&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me u holdin’ me tight&lt;br /&gt;On a star studded night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive all night&lt;br /&gt;And the moon with us&lt;br /&gt;Glowing ‘n’ smiling by&lt;br /&gt;Its you ‘n’ me, watchin our dreams&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ free and flyin’ high&lt;br /&gt;On a star studded night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pull the breaks, as the signals red!&lt;br /&gt;Wake up to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Alone and drivin’ by&lt;br /&gt;On a star studded night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3283041513822630622-4166194846220689412?l=vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/feeds/4166194846220689412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3283041513822630622&amp;postID=4166194846220689412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4166194846220689412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3283041513822630622/posts/default/4166194846220689412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanishingdreamz.blogspot.com/2007/04/star-studded-night.html' title='Star Studded Night'/><author><name>Yatin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02248693874846953903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
