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Preeti & SachinThe Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-24849745406866043232012-10-04T11:35:00.002+05:302012-10-04T11:35:46.575+05:30Random <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It’s been ages that I wrote something. No that doesn’t mean I have left writing, am still the very much writer, writing everyday as my work profile says am writer. Just that the personal writing has taken a backstage. All I write these days is User Manuals, Quick Start Guides, and Installation Manuals. I keep reading the troubleshooting techniques for the software RoboHelp, as I am busy compiling an online help these days.<br />
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In between my alt tab for various windows I thought of browsing the blog rolls I used to visit and what I found was more or less everyone stopped blogging. Last blog post published are somewhere around June 2011. What happened to all my blog friends, who use to write post like almost every day or every alternate day, they all got so busy that stopped blogging. Well why should I blame others, look at my last post. It dates almost two years back.<br />
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The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-77364594736558634122010-07-04T19:48:00.001+05:302010-07-04T19:49:07.357+05:30Latest HappeningsA lot many times I thought of writing blog post but always have run out of ideas maybe my mind is pre-occupied with lot many things. More over Navyaa kept me on toes all the time, so thought why not use this space to share Navyaa's pranks and achievements. Here also I have been lazy as I have not kept record of her little achievements like her first word, her first crawl, or her first standing up on her own.<br />
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Today she is 2 years and 4 months old and everyday lot many things happen in her life and her little mind is always curious of daily happenings. Though she is unable to express in words as she is late speaker and her vocabulary till date is very limited. For her every animal is <strong>Cow </strong>and every kid is <strong>Baby</strong>. <br />
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I don't remember the date she uttered her first word but I still remember how happy we were to listen to her first few words. Today also when she learn new word brings a big smile on our face and our faces show proudness.<br />
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She looked so adorable when she walked for the first time with her hands up in air as if she is holding an invisble rope. This happened just few days after her first b'day when all of a sudden she took few steps and we were so happy that unknowingly we were calling our near and dears to share this news.<br />
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Now she is grown up as she started with her school. Her first day in school was 15th June, 2010. We knew she will resist school as she don't want to come out of her comfort zone but didn't expect that this will be so tough. Her initial one week was really bad, she cried non-stop for four hours every day. I was standing outside her class and felt so helpless. She still resist going to school but the situation is not as bad. She is trying to settle in her new environment.<br />
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There are lot many shocks coming in her life as I threw her feeding bottle on 30th June, 2010 and she has stopped drinking milk. Sachin is force feeding her milk but that is still half glass only. The most shocking thing for us is that she is even not drinking water as resistance, though she very well drinks water from glass but just to rebel she is not taking even water, her water consumption has gone low..<br />
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I hope she will come over this soon.<br />
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Today I introduced colours to her and offered her sheet and colours to paint and the results were really nice. Will save her artwork and get it framed soon...<br />
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I think I have bored you guys a lot so I will stop here for the time being. Will come back soon :) <br />
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If you wish to see her art work you can see it on my other blog <a href="http://anukrati.blogspot.com/2010/07/navyaas-first-artwork.html">http://anukrati.blogspot.com/2010/07/navyaas-first-artwork.html</a>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-92216696546384298862008-05-14T14:32:00.001+05:302008-05-14T16:17:21.932+05:30Striking My City and my Heart.<p>I have lived 26 years of my life in Jaipur, my own city, a city which is known for its communal harmony and positive attitude of people. Jaipur has welcomed one and all with open arms irrespective of caste, creed, religion or any other silly discretion. There is no Raj Thackrey there screaming on top of his voice appease a marathi vote bank and there is no Mayawati there blowing public money to building parks and statues to be used by none. There is no southie /northie war and no hindu muslims fighting on bhumis . </p><p>There are just simple people starting their day with Arti at Govind devji's temple and working through out day under scorching heat without complain. There are people assembling at chaupads to discuss the day and cricket. People enjoying ramchandra's kulfi and LMB's Jalebi with equal love </p><p>They are people who happily close shops on Dhanteras (the busiest day in year for business) so that muslim brothers can pray Namaz. The famous Gangaur 's possession is led by Gafur kaka's drums. The diwali is lit by crackers made in ramganj (100% Muslim area) and ID is celebrated by sweets from Haldiyon ka Rasta (100% hindu area).</p><p> They have striked heart of my Jaipur, and wounded it's soul. Chaupads which is right at heart of Jaipur right from days of Raja Mansingh till Vasundhara Raje . Chaupads have seen it all from Diwali's to Ids will never be same again. People will not just meet strangers with smile and offer Prasad. The pigeons in morning may not be fed and the flower shops may be closed for long while. </p><p>The LMB will open with shivering hands. In today's aarti at Chandpole Hanumanji people will ask lot of questions to god and Jaipur will never be same again. </p><p>I am very angry very very angry and feel betrayed .. and not because of blasts but I could not find a single line of concern on face of our home minister and the Mr. Jaiswal who started his political career right there at Chaupar.</p><p> I offer my deepest condolences to all those who have suffered and those who have lost their near and dear. I wish my Jaipur comes back to normal as fast it can. </p><p>Sachin Bhandari</p>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-15614482719831555702008-03-11T18:54:00.003+05:302008-11-13T10:57:44.768+05:30Merey ghar aayee ek nanhi pari<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGz47nqHSyWKL91cZYZdJq5riEP8uKIMjtUeLhyaDhCAoIEPKdibhU4YnIQ99dsGoTEDoT9RXvjbQZgPT8odg9E9Rz86No0SMqAAcw52GqQL-odtxRLAXj4wrumuM-O1a6a0Ro/s1600-h/baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176477210738030242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGz47nqHSyWKL91cZYZdJq5riEP8uKIMjtUeLhyaDhCAoIEPKdibhU4YnIQ99dsGoTEDoT9RXvjbQZgPT8odg9E9Rz86No0SMqAAcw52GqQL-odtxRLAXj4wrumuM-O1a6a0Ro/s200/baby.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We are writing this to share</div><div>A moment so unique, a feeling so rare</div><div></div><br /><div>A little cute angle has flown down to earth</div><div>From our prayers womb she has taken birth </div><div></div><div> </div><div>Who would of thought, to our surprise? </div><div>The day we looked in our daughter's eyes, </div><div></div><div> </div><div>That we would find our sunshine, our star, our pearl, </div><div>All the thoughts in our head, of this little girl. </div><br /><div></div><div>You came to us early on the twenty eighth of February,</div><div>She was supposed to come later, but she was in a little hurry .</div><div></div><div> </div><div>We did not realize the moment, 'till the moment she was placed inside of our hands.</div><div>And it was at that split moment, </div><br /><div></div><div>When she opened her eyes, </div><div>her true identity was no longer disguised.</div><div></div><br /><div>As the lights glistened, in her beautiful eyes, </div><div>Inside we slowly started to cry. </div><div></div><br /><div>We were given an angel, from heavens' above, the final test as a man and wife,</div><div>A little girl to love and cherish for life. </div><br /><div></div><div>Anjan Preet and Sachin Bhandari ( Mom and Dad ) </div><div><em>Composed by Sachin</em></div><div><em>All this time I was blogging here <a href="http://www.mommy2be.wordpress.com/">http://www.mommy2be.wordpress.com/</a>, where in I have shared my feelings as my days with pregnancy</em></div><br /><div></div>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-8087902641450498882007-11-22T16:53:00.000+05:302008-11-13T10:57:46.196+05:30jingles... kuch yaadein purani siRemember guys the jingles which were all the time on our lips when we were kids..<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>yes am talking about the creative tv advertisements and their jingles...</div><div></div><div>Today me and my friends on orkut (luckily I made great friends here in UK Indian community) were talking on this and we refreshed our memories with our all time favourite ads jingles.</div><br /><div>I thought why not I jot them down and keep it with me forever :)</div><br /><div>Friends there were so many ad jingles which we knowingly or unknowingly keep on humming in school lunch break, or while bathing or even while bicycling to school.I remember during lunch break sometimes even for discussion we used to discuss on the jingles and have little bit arguements too which one is the best.</div><br /><div>So here are few which I can remember with the help of my friends on orkut Nimisha, Asmita, Shubha, Deepa, Sunitha,Charu,Chaitali...</div><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><strong>All time favourite ones...</strong></div><br /><div>This one was my all time favourite as am a big fan of maggi and can have maggi at any given point of time..</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqv-X5TEkGOE5vHAzHQc2dR7I7CzyB9UcjtbC8FiusbhM_r2XC8h1p8ExlzlcWALvUujtWaZbw92Pbw7gQFXAEG-75GXEDvSW_0BI-glSfZd8TYVfV8bYI1dtlCQm4viRdw8ez/s1600-h/maggi.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135684997936969570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqv-X5TEkGOE5vHAzHQc2dR7I7CzyB9UcjtbC8FiusbhM_r2XC8h1p8ExlzlcWALvUujtWaZbw92Pbw7gQFXAEG-75GXEDvSW_0BI-glSfZd8TYVfV8bYI1dtlCQm4viRdw8ez/s200/maggi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">School se aate dhoom machate..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Ek hi baat ye dohrate..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Maggie Maggie Maggie...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Do Minute..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Pal Bhar mein tyaar</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Khaaney mein mazzedar..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Maggie Noodles</span></em></div><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div>Being in UK , I really miss maggi a lot, have tried a lots of instant noodles brands but it don't have woh baat :)</div><div></div><div>Here is another beautiful one..</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbV8Eq7HVgswCbAzsbQVmKsoco4SnpXv5gJUIVJMm4BJ-Azs-2tZpsOqGUnwotMz-R03uLk9U1DHz0x4Q4kSsuhyphenhyphenJBzWA8oUMNH4-YAVLcJLXojgbeV_yQR_CoNscMvg_pkMjV/s1600-h/cadburys_fruit_nut_400g.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135680591300523842" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="116" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbV8Eq7HVgswCbAzsbQVmKsoco4SnpXv5gJUIVJMm4BJ-Azs-2tZpsOqGUnwotMz-R03uLk9U1DHz0x4Q4kSsuhyphenhyphenJBzWA8oUMNH4-YAVLcJLXojgbeV_yQR_CoNscMvg_pkMjV/s200/cadburys_fruit_nut_400g.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Kuch Khaas hai Hum Sabhi mein</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Kuch Baat hai Hum sabhi mein...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Khaas hai..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Baat hai..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Kya swaad hai...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Zindagi mein...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></div><div>Remember Cadburies Adv, girl dancing in the center of ground when her boyfriend hits a century....</div><div>Although all cadbury adv were fantastic... leave the papu paas ho gaya thing aside </div><div></div><br /><div>Then there came paints advertisements...</div><br /><div><strong>Nerolac <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKknR2PFDD-p7L9EatEfhdqmB3wErAPOTFlCbyJl-rn3BvyD6Jxlv3l7210Nw4fMOg0obrILV7Gr5jeIP6fHcvoVgokL948SMEmgDRGykym8AR6drpMj19fM6nKigNRfUT53P/s1600-h/goodglasnerolac.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135688718225529122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWKknR2PFDD-p7L9EatEfhdqmB3wErAPOTFlCbyJl-rn3BvyD6Jxlv3l7210Nw4fMOg0obrILV7Gr5jeIP6fHcvoVgokL948SMEmgDRGykym8AR6drpMj19fM6nKigNRfUT53P/s200/goodglasnerolac.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">jab ghar ki raunak badhani ho..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">deewaronko jab sajanao ho...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">nerolac nerolac...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">rangonki duniya me aao</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">tum rangeen sapne sajaoo...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">nerolac nerolac ...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><div><strong><span style="color:#333333;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#333333;">Asian Paints</span></strong></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtDLGr-H2tTfOhkagxui0gCgq01z9acsnH5VLmp8yPrkelVvY9HSVP8Bzp2DhGRa5cAMqQMa8dIJKtsEAKMo8_DgjJH2j1eKI_6d1v_X9-qkByXef1Rwcnuf1hGQ_fG8u2YbW/s1600-h/Asian-Paints.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135680479631374130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtDLGr-H2tTfOhkagxui0gCgq01z9acsnH5VLmp8yPrkelVvY9HSVP8Bzp2DhGRa5cAMqQMa8dIJKtsEAKMo8_DgjJH2j1eKI_6d1v_X9-qkByXef1Rwcnuf1hGQ_fG8u2YbW/s200/Asian-Paints.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Yeh tera ghar ye mera ghar..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">hamara ghar ye pyara ghar..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">deewar aise khil uthe..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">lage kisi ki naa nazar</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">asian paints</span></em></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>Tractor Distemper</strong></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">roshan bahri deewar hai..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">apne pan aur pyar ..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">rango ki bahar..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">deewaron ko sajayenge</span></em>...</div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">tractor distemper</span></em></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>Asian Paints..</strong></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Har ghar chup chaap se yeh kehta hai ..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">andar usmein kaun rehta hai?..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Chhat bataati hai... ...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">yeh kiska aasmaan hai.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Rang kehte hain kiska yeh jahaan hai....</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Kamron mein kiski kalpana jhalakti hai?...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Is farsh par nange pair kiske bacche chalte hain?...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Kaun chun chunke ise pyaar se sajaata hai?</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Kaun is makaan mein apna ghar basaata hai...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Har ghar chup chaap se yeh kehta hai... ki andar usmein kaun rehta hai? </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">Then there was all time fav of everyone I guess..</span></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Jab mein chotta bachha tha..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">bardhi sharat karta tha...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">meri chori pakdi jaati....</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">jab roshan hota bajaj</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Abb mein bilkul boodha hun..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">goli kha key jeeta hun...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">phir bhi chori padki jaati...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">jab roshan hota bajaj</span></em></div><div></div><div>Yaad Aaya :)</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXGo1hvkReMyzQedHXuYvcAebeNZQbjI11_x1epVdxZvwNF9z0mDtYh-h_39lnfYYuN8EraTx1ezUiEkL7tELlQApw2AIjuwjK_5tRZe45kNcxO-_IvCrBryAI8FFoWKUg1UO/s1600-h/nirma-washing-powder.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135685629297162098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" height="160" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXGo1hvkReMyzQedHXuYvcAebeNZQbjI11_x1epVdxZvwNF9z0mDtYh-h_39lnfYYuN8EraTx1ezUiEkL7tELlQApw2AIjuwjK_5tRZe45kNcxO-_IvCrBryAI8FFoWKUg1UO/s200/nirma-washing-powder.jpg" width="148" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Then this one... which we kept singing all day</div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">washing powder nirma...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">washing powder nirma...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">thodha sa powder aur jhaag dher sara...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">seema....asha...jaya aur sushma...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">sabki pasand nirma...</span></em> </div><div><em><span style="color:#333333;"></span></em></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">Then how can you forget this one..</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggTU4MZGuFSkw_pm13J_ZJZouEgpCMahIxnd2ugv4cOklFTt-taeiQ0IKXQkG-4gaZjkuLZ7nWfrwnnnrLR9BMYE7PqrqqaQSnfn4NaPt22LywLAaRhCJIDA8TnPcoJY_B7z2j/s1600-h/cow-milk.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135686200527812482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="153" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggTU4MZGuFSkw_pm13J_ZJZouEgpCMahIxnd2ugv4cOklFTt-taeiQ0IKXQkG-4gaZjkuLZ7nWfrwnnnrLR9BMYE7PqrqqaQSnfn4NaPt22LywLAaRhCJIDA8TnPcoJY_B7z2j/s200/cow-milk.jpg" width="125" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Doodh doodh doodh doodh doodh, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">wonderful doodh,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Piyo glassful</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Garmi me dalo doodh me ice</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Doodh ban gaya very nice</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Piyo daily once or twice</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mil jayega tasty surprise</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Doodh doodh doodh doodh doodh,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">wonderful doodh,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Piyo glassful</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Doodh hai must in every season</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Piyo doodh for healthy reason</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Rahoge phir fit and fine</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Jiyoge past ninety-nine</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Doodh doodh doodh doodh doodh,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">wonderful doodh,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Piyo glassful</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Charon aur, mach gaya shor</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Give me more,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">give me more!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Gimme gimme gimme gimme </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">gimme gimme wonderful doodh</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Piyo glassful doodh </span></em></div><div></div><br /><div>And phir this one also.. makes me laugh though</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsyXp3Vqyipl7Fgz-IrU0J9LeheP371VwWDBRLyQeP2BrzjKP4aXDetqlKuxNpYzCDMX7DPemfqmpfZRQ3FagxqbGkzmFTzM9nM7_Db-Bw_j33w9C-kRgpOzeUirhxwlIIwyB/s1600-h/chicken%2520egg%2520made%2520x3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135680230523270930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNsyXp3Vqyipl7Fgz-IrU0J9LeheP371VwWDBRLyQeP2BrzjKP4aXDetqlKuxNpYzCDMX7DPemfqmpfZRQ3FagxqbGkzmFTzM9nM7_Db-Bw_j33w9C-kRgpOzeUirhxwlIIwyB/s200/chicken%2520egg%2520made%2520x3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Meri jaan, meri jaan, murgi ke ande!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Omlet khilaoon, fried khilaoon, boiled khilaoon!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Khilaoon murgi ke, murgi ke, ande hi ande!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sunday ho ya Monday, roj khaayein ande </span></em></div><div><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">And the list is endless... it will keep popping in mind</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">so here goes few more jingles</span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Marlex pressure cooker</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">khana jaldi pakaye jaise seeti bajaye</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">rang bhi rangi pyari pyari </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">kitne saare poppins</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">katthi meethi pyari pyari </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">kitne saare poppins</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">parle poppinss.. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"aao chale hum le ke apni</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">tobu cyclen....apni tobu cyclen....tobu cyclen...." </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mango frooti fresh n juicy</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">MDH MDH</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">jo bhi pake</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">aisa pake</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">jaha bhi ho jo</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">kheencha chala aaye</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">MDH aise flavour jagaye</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">kitchen king ho ya garam masala</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">pavbhaji ya chane ka masala</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">kasoori methi dhegi mirch</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">asli masale sach sach</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">MDH MDH </span></em></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>Cookers...</strong></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Khaye Khaye jao </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">United ke gun gaye jao </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Hawkins ki seeti baji,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPveEzpsMaKyUV1bL6rt8xbEQ4rN2AGa5zl1hR4pwpG0PtXh6QzgOJfMckbOJXMDxhBOa-OwaEU70yW8xxAeQ7zmZhzzSOFGt6CpRfmEvWmKG_GbqH7RG9cYKqSAeW1AVYW8YP/s1600-h/hawkins_15_l.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135687322361157906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="155" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPveEzpsMaKyUV1bL6rt8xbEQ4rN2AGa5zl1hR4pwpG0PtXh6QzgOJfMckbOJXMDxhBOa-OwaEU70yW8xxAeQ7zmZhzzSOFGt6CpRfmEvWmKG_GbqH7RG9cYKqSAeW1AVYW8YP/s200/hawkins_15_l.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">khushboo hi khushboo udi</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Mazedaar, lazzedaar khaana hai tayyar,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">aji khaana hai tayyar!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Murg Musallam,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Tomato Soup, </span></em><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Matar Pulao, </span></em><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Maaki Daal, </span></em><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Kheer aur Dum Aloooooo</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Har vyanjan swadisht banaaye,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">minton mein jhatpat pakaaye</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Hawkins! Hawkins! Hawkins Pressure Cooker! </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">afsar aagenge kal ghar pe,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">khana khayenge phir jamke</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">ab kya sochte ho shrimaan,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">aa pahunche ye aaj hi...hai ram!!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">United Pressure Cooker hai ghar pe.. to khana khayenge phir jam ke.. </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Phenk do ye kadhai, ye deghchi, ye frying pan, inse naata todo..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Le aao Prestige Pressure Pan.. inse naata jodo!! </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">JO BIWISE KARE PYAR WOH PRESTIGE SE KAISE KARE INKAR</span></em> </div><div><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#333333;">Then there were few two liners</span></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Utterly Butterly Delicious</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amul Butter </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">haldi aur chandan ke gun samaye santoor</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">chehere ko kuch aur nikhare santoor santoor</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Melody hai cholateee</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Melody khao khud jaan jao </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">bhul na jana</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">ECE bulb lana</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">pure ghar ke badal daalunga........</span></em> </div><br /><div></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Namak oh Tata ka</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Tata Namak </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Daaton ki karey hifazat, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">moti sa chamkaaye! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Dabur Lal Dantmanjam se mukhda khil khil jaaye!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Kifaayti, aur asardaar! </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Tandorusti ki raksha karta hai life bouy</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">tandorusty hain wahanlife bouy hai jahan</span></em> </div><div></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Pan paraag paan masala paan parag...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Tan ki shakti Man ki shakti .. Bournvita</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Kurram Furram.. Mazedaar Mazedaar, ___ swad mein Lijjat Pappad!!</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Buland Bharat ki Buland Tasveer...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Hamara Bajaj</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Ajanta Toothbrush, Papa ka Mumma ka, </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Didi Ka, Bhaiya KaAur Ajanta Mera</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Amul Chocolate.. A gift for someone you love..</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Chahiye Hawa Jahan.. Khaitan hai wahan...</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Joote mein hai light!!la la</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">light woh bhi shoe mein....</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">kaisa hai yeh system?Action ka hai ye light system..</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Naya nau din purana sau dinkhasi ke liye to bas .. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Glycodin Glycodin... </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">masti jab chaye aur kuch samajh na aaye to CRAX ho jaye...</span></em> </div><div></div><div>I remember myself eating crax every now and then. I used to put crax in all of my fingers and then relish them... what days were they</div><div></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Gimme gimme gimme </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Vijaya Butter</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">O</span></em><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">n idli-dosa even samosaoye</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">makki di roti te sarson da saag</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">wah ki swaad!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">gimme gimme gimme Vijaya Butter </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">ye hai badhta bachcha </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">dekho kaisi kud lagayeye</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">hai badta bachcha kapda chota hota jaye...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Complan </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Am a complan boy</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Put it on the wall</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">take it to the ceiling</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">makes a world of difference</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">gives every room a meaning!!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Coirfoam</span></em></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEmo1kI5hObYwv85_owASHX16YVL5U-IW3MYmiXSU6Ynr5PUBblUNmuPhRZ0-iOHqw8zypGCHaQZLbAugxv-6TSiGKDGl1cNIaqLGw0y1rRV31836cgqnun79Hz9d1Zlte65U/s1600-h/Parle-G.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135680363667257122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYEmo1kI5hObYwv85_owASHX16YVL5U-IW3MYmiXSU6Ynr5PUBblUNmuPhRZ0-iOHqw8zypGCHaQZLbAugxv-6TSiGKDGl1cNIaqLGw0y1rRV31836cgqnun79Hz9d1Zlte65U/s200/Parle-G.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">humko pata hain jee</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">aapko pata hain jee</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">barso se chahat apni .. </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">yehi hain jee</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">swad bhare shakti bhare</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Parle G </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">saajan ki aangan me pehla kadam</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">poori bagiya mehke har dam</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">aao mil jhulkar jaha basayein</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">hum kuch aur jageh banayee....... </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Godrej Storewell</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Dip dip dip,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">add the sugar and the milk</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and its ready to sip </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">if you want it stronger</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">dip a a litle longer</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">dip dip dip and its ready to sip</span></em></div><br /><div><strong>Then there were funny lot too.</strong>.</div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Oye Oye, Oye oye... </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Khujhli karene waale </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">B-tex lagaale</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">B-tex lagake tu apni,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Daad khaaj khujli mitaade...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Oye oye... </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">zandu balm zandu balm peda hari baam;</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">sardi sar dard pedha ko pal mein dur kare </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Maccharon ko jisse lagta hai dar</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Woh hai Casper!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Woh chemical jismein dugna asar! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Woh hai Casper!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Shaam se lekar subah tak jale!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Woh hai Casper!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Jismein ek nahin, DO conductor!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Woh hai Casper! </span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Yeh bechaara, kaam ke bojh ka maara!! (he faints) </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Inhein chaahiye Hamdard Ka Cinkara </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Hamdard ka tonic, Cinkara! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Thoda ketchup try karo!"</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Ketchup hota kaddo bhara!"</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Ismein kaddoo nahin zara!"</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"Wah!" Volfarm!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Laal rasile tamataron se hota yeh tayyar,</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Volfarm!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Nahin koi milaavat ismein, na banaavati rang!</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Jo bhi khayein ek baar woh khaatein baar baar,Volfarm! </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Saath (60) saal ke boodhe ya saath saal ke jawan...</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">inki rag rag mein josh aur tandurusti ka raaz</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Zandu ka Kesari Jeevan </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">vajradanti vajradanti </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">vicco vajaradanti</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">tooth powder toothpaste</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">ayurvedic jadibootiyon sae bana sampoorn swadeshi</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">tooth powder tooth paste</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">vicco vajradanti vicco turmeric </span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">nahi cosmetic vicco turmeric ayurvedic cream</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">keel muhasonke ko jad se mitaye</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">haldi aur chandan ke gun itne samye</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">twacha ki rakhsa kare antiseptic cream</span></em></div><div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">vicco turmeric nahi cosmetic, vicco tumeric ayurvedic cream</span></em></div><div></div><div></div><div>Woah that was a huge jingles to remember , there must be many more which I might have missed..</div><div>But what do you say, got any memories with all this :)</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-33448995486287993622007-10-26T20:34:00.000+05:302007-10-29T04:50:38.073+05:30Story so far... 4 (final and concluding part)<p>hey guys apologies for a long delay, things have been moving pretty much and life has been quite happening . In this hustle and bustel somehow we lost the track of the story .. but here am back with final and concluding part of story ... thanks for your patience and hope the end is worth the wait </p><p></p><p>I know it's long time and may be this story has been wiped from your minds so if you want to have a look at previous parts u can click following links:<br /><a href="http://preetisachins.blogspot.com/2007/01/story-so-far.html">Part One</a>, Story so far <a href="http://preetisachins.blogspot.com/2007/02/story-so-far-2.html">Part two </a>and <a href="http://preetisachins.blogspot.com/2007/03/story-so-far-3.html">Part Three </a>And from here onwards the story follows ......<br /><strong>Little bit Recap:</strong></p><br />So finally after so many if’s and but’s, no's and yes they were meeting .. They decided to meet on 23th October .<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">aage badate hue..........</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">sochta hun....sach likhun</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">ya adab ki bat likhun.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">bhige se hai jajbat</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">ya koi garam bat likhun.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">tere pas se gujra hun......</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">isliye salam likhun.</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">sham dale</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">mai kaise subah ki baat likhun.</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">sabne banaye hai apne khuda..</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#993399;">mai tujhe hi apna namaz likhoon</span>.</em><br /><br /><strong>Story Continues....</strong><br /><br />They decided to meet on 23rd Oct.<br /><br /><br /><p><strong>He's</strong> coming for the first time, <strong>She </strong>not sure whether she is taking right step or not. She is definitly a mixed bag of feelings, don't know whether more happy or tense. Her feelings are overlapping and she is in dilema what to say to her mom, how to go out and meet <strong>Him </strong>, First time in her life she told a lie to her mom that she got assignments to complete so going to state library.</p><br /><p>They decided to meet in University as she thought that is the safest place to meet. But destiny has thought something else only..</p><br /><p>University elections were going on so entry was allowed to students with id cards, she went inside and then waited on the decided spot, but everywhere campaiging was going on, she felt definitly He cannot enter as he won't be having id card, so she went out of gate to escort him, here she went out, there he persuaded security and got entry inside university and went to decided spot.</p><br /><p>Now he is worried whether <strong>She </strong>will be able to make it or not. He was sure she will definitly come, was wondering what would he say to her. Seems was running short of words.</p><br /><p>He was thinking at that time...</p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Jiss raah par aaogee tum,</span></em><br /></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Uss raah pe nazar hai,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Jab millengay hum tum,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">uss pal ka intezaar hai,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">kah na sakeingay shayad hum kuch</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">dil ka aalam kuch aisa hi hai</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">laakh chhupaoun par tumhein bhi patta hai</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">ki humein bas tumhi say pyaar hai</span></em></p><p><span style="color:#000000;">It was more than an hour he was waiting for her but there was no sign of her. </span>She was outside searching him, then thought of going back inside to check the place but this time security didn't allowed her to go inside. She insisted a lot but was of no use as she was not a regular student of university.</p><br /><p>She was on verge of tears, what to do now. Both of them didn't have mobiles as couldn't afford mobiles. She thought only option left is now she should go back home and wait for his call. She was sure he will definitly call.</p><br /><p>Back at home told mom that she came back for lunch and will go back again to complete work.Phone rang, it was Him, she explained and they decided again to meet. This time on lake. She quickly finished her lunch and rushed to meet him.</p><br /><p>There they were standing infront of each other, silent yet saying lot many things</p><br /><p>She in maroon suit and beige churidaar, duppata set loose with her hair tied in a plait at back and he was in white kurta and churidaar. They greeted each other with smile trying to hide nervousness. Both sat on stairs of lake and were wondering what to say</p><br /><p>Both going through same thoughts</p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Banna kar tumharey dil ko basera,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">tumharey dill mein rehna chahta hun....</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Aaj tumsay dil ki har woh baat,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">mein bas aaj kehna chahta hun....</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Ek nadi ke behnay ki aawaaz ho tum,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">chahun kho jaoun mein gumsum...</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">jazbaaton ki iss duniya mein</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">madhosh sa behna chahta hun...</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Aaj tumsay dil ki har wo bat mein...</span></em></p><p><span style="color:#333333;">Finally <strong>He </strong>took courage and said <em>What Next...</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#333333;"><strong>She </strong>said <em>Nothing lets get married..</em></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#333333;">Both smiled and then talked about their families, how are they going to put things in front of their parents, how should they introduce each other to them, what should be there back up plan incase they get resentment which both knew they definitly are going to get. What could be the possibl questions from their families and what should they reply. They talked to each other as if they know each other for ages and have met regularly, didn't felt that this is their first meeting.</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#333333;">Then suddenly he asked <em><strong>Can I hold your hand</strong></em></span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#333333;">prompt was her reaction as she placed her hand against him. The look he got in his eyes was worth watching.</span></p><br /><p>Sun was setting down and both were into deep thoughts....</p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I want to watch the sunset,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I want to see it in your face,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I want to feel it with you....</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I want to hear the waves,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Crash angry on the shore,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I want to feel your hands with me</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">While all around us the water pour...</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I want to feel the sand between my fingers,</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">smell the salt in air</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I want to feel your arms around me</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Secret places if you dare...</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I want to feel the heart</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">of restless summer night</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I want to kiss you softly</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Beneath the pale moonlight..</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">I want to meet the stars</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">That lie hidden in the depth</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Baby will you with me</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Do watch the sunset?</span></em></p><p><span style="color:#333333;">Suddenly she realized it's getting darker, she need to be at home. Kissed him goodbye and rushed to home. Was tense now what if mom do cross questioning but she was lucky indeed mother didn't notice.</span></p><br /><p><span style="color:#333333;">Went to sleep with so many dreams in her eyes. He went back to his city in bus and all the time kept awake reliving all the moments again and again.</span><br /><br /></p><p>Daily phone calls and sweet talks and talking about how to proceed further... and then <strong>Her </strong>mom doubted, she asked her once about the phone calls she is recieving daily. As she was not good at lying, she said she was talking to one whom she wish to marry one day.</p><p>Her mom was shocked to listen to this and got angry on her. How can you, what are you saying, Do you know what does this mean..</p><p>She said yeah I know him very well and I know he is the one for me. Don't be angry on me I'll just ask him to talk to you guys. She dialed his number</p><p><strong>"Hello"</strong></p><p><strong>"Hello"</strong></p><p><strong>"Hey it's you, wow"</strong></p><p><strong>"Call my parents if you can, now"</strong></p><p><strong>"They know"</strong></p><p><strong>"yes they do"</strong></p><p><strong>"fine disconnect, am calling right away"</strong></p><p>He called them, talked to them, they were angry he listened to them patiently, somehow told them don't be afraid am not a bad guy, will take care of your daugther in every possible way. He assured that we will not run away and will not do anything which will hurt you. She means a lot to me. At last he managed to convince them to meet him.</p><p>Now as her parents know everything, it became necessary to spill out to his parents too.</p><p>The moment he told them, they went silent, cold war started between him and his parents. No one agreed to accept a girl out of community from different religion and culture. No one was talking on the same and it kept lingering.</p><p>Finally elders sat for discussions and then all at one side and he on one side ready to give answers to every query of them.</p><p>The war went on .. counters and answers logics and arguments .. this went on and on .. no one ready to give up . Finally with the power of love he was able to manage and convince them that she is right person for him and she will not let their family down.</p><p>Things at her end wore even worse. Parents were not ready to accept him due to various reasons .. cultural and social differnces.. she was pressurized in all possible ways.. but she stood rock solid backed with their love.. </p><p>Day was decided when <strong>Her </strong>parents will meet <strong>His </strong>parents, After meet Her parents were still not agreed, but as she was adamant either him or no one, one day they too have to accept him and his family</p><p>Finally after one and half year of tough persuation, constant emotional blackmailing, peer pressure, both were able to win hearts on each side and parents agreed to tie their knot.</p><p>Life wasn't easy for her after marriage as she have to face drastic changes now, total culture difference, but she knew she will have constant support of him and he will be there for her all the time. </p><p><strong>She walked a lot to reach their hearts and they welcomed her with open arms and she seamlessly became the most loved bahu ..</strong> </p><p>Families came closer and they realized that the kids were grown up and were <strong>right.</strong></p><p>Life started from them... From Him and Her they became <strong>We.</strong></p><p>Life moved on .. and they are living delighted to be in company of each other.</p><p></p><p>One day they decided to write the story on their blog.. so you are reading this .. </p><p></p><p>So thanks from her ( me ) and him (Sachin) who met on rediffbol</p><p><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Note : All the poetries mentioned above were written for me in his numerous emails :)</span></em> </p><p>Here is what I have got to say to Sachin My Love<br /></p><p><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5449344f4441344d413d3d0d0a&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="330" alt="You and Me....." src="http://www.smilebox.com/snap/4d5449344f4441344d413d3d0d0a.jpg" width="420" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=hallmark&campaign=blog_logo" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/images/blogLogoSmilebox.gif" width="420" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/play/4d5449344f4441344d413d3d0d0a&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank">Click to play</a><span style="font-size:0;"> </span><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/makeYourOwnRedirect.jsp?partner=hallmark&campaign=blog_post_makeyourown" target="_blank">Make your own Smilebox</a></td></tr></tbody></table><br />It takes little time to download.<br /></p>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-86753668267660358812007-10-02T21:16:00.001+05:302007-10-03T01:00:19.786+05:30RAM- Setu .. on a lighter note<em>Hi Folks <br /><br />Normally I do not post any of my political views on our blog. Althought this is one of my favorite subject. But today one of my best pal Uttam has send me a email which presents the RAM-SETU matter and current political scenario in a very light manner. Here it is for your reference : Enjoy</em><br /><br />Subject: RAM SETU - MASTER PIECE<br /><br /><br /><br />This truly is a masterpiece...Happy reading!<br /><br />The Lord surveyed the Ram Setu and said "Hanuman, how diligently and<br />strenuously you and your vanara sena had built this bridge several centuries<br />back. It is remarkable that it has withstood the ravages of the climatic and <br />geographical changes over centuries. It is indeed an amazing feat especially<br />considering the fact that a bridge at Hyderabad built by Gammon using latest<br />technology collapsed the other day even before they could stick the posters <br />on its pillars."<br /><br />Hanuman with all humility spoke "Jai Sri Ram, it is all because of your<br />grace. We just scribbled your name on the bricks and threw them in the sea<br />and they held. No steel from TISCO or cement from Ambuja or ACC was ever <br />used. But Lord, why rake up the old issue now."<br /><br />Ram spoke "Well, Hanuman some people down there want to demolish the bridge<br />and construct a canal. The contract involves lot of money and lot of money <br />will be made. They will make money on demolition and make more money on<br />construction. "<br /><br />Hanuman humbly bowed down and said "Why not we go down and present our case"<br /><br />Ram said "Times have changed since we were down there. They will ask us to <br />submit age proof and we don't have either a birth certificate or school<br />leaving certificate. We traveled mainly on foot and some times in bullock<br />carts and so we don't have a driving license either. As far as the address <br />proof is concerned the fact that I was born at Ayodhya is itself under<br />litigation for over half a century, If I go in a traditional attire with bow<br />and arrow, the ordinary folks may recognize me but Arjun Singh may take me <br />to be some tribal and, at the most, offer a seat at IIT under the reserved<br />category. Also, a God cannot walk in dressed in a three-piece suit and<br />announce his arrival. It would make even the devotees suspicious. So it is <br />dilemma so to say."<br /><br />"I can vouch for you by saying that I personally built the bridge."<br /><br />"My dear, Anjani putra, it will not work. They will ask you to produce the<br />lay-out plan, the project details, including financial outlay and how the <br />project cost was met and the completion certificate. Nothing is accepted<br />without documentary evidence in India. You may cough but unless a doctor<br />certifies it, you have no cough. A pensioner may present himself personally <br />but the authorities do not take it as proof. He has to produce a<br />life-certificate to prove that he is alive. It is that complicated."<br /><br />"Lord can't understand these historians. Over the years you have given <br />darshan once every hundred years to saints like Surdas, Tulsidas, Saint<br />Thyagaraja, Jayadeva, Bhadrachala Ramdas and even Sant Tukaram and still<br />they disbelieve your existence and say Ramayana is a myth. The only option, <br />I see, is to re-enact Ramayana on earth and set the government records<br />straight once for all."<br /><br />Lord smiled "It is that easy today. Ravan is apprehensive that he may look<br />like a saint in front of Karunanidhi. I also spoke to his mama Mareechan, <br />who appeared as a golden deer to tempt Sita maiyya when I was in the forest<br />and he said that he won't take a chance of stepping on earth as long as<br />Salman Khan is around."<br /><br />~SachinThe Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-10817160652961039532007-09-14T16:49:00.000+05:302008-11-13T10:57:46.979+05:30Chocolates Any One???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRg3OshQJ9u3ctHKtVKPoR0xs042X5gVb3FA7qwlT3SmzwxRnq_wv-LmiDZbP_BVJM5jDmTWPwYpo-FUA0DdxwYs8LFpSJE5QdnBMtQ2BVKN2CzoTWDOQwECKeHUPwCRe_e3A/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110035849596491250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRg3OshQJ9u3ctHKtVKPoR0xs042X5gVb3FA7qwlT3SmzwxRnq_wv-LmiDZbP_BVJM5jDmTWPwYpo-FUA0DdxwYs8LFpSJE5QdnBMtQ2BVKN2CzoTWDOQwECKeHUPwCRe_e3A/s320/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Went to town center day before yesterday and ended with all this, So was wondering anyone here would like to share with us :) BTW some of them have been already consumed before taking this snap and I know by the time I will post this pic, few others will be gone too :P<br /><br /><br />Okay here is one more update.... our long lost friend on blogsphere <a href="http://reckoninglife.blogspot.com/"><strong>Ashish Gupta</strong> </a>got a job<br />So heartiest congratulations to him </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>My other post is up to at <a href="http://theeasycookbook.blogspot.com/">EasyCookBook</a></div></div>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-75539626382705626092007-09-09T02:24:00.000+05:302008-11-13T10:57:47.390+05:30Life a step further......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqi-24sIg1zuaOnLHfta-imjqJrljxymmQk5Rvw1nJuQg8l5qc1IFEqFb50WHydLxKkDkzCkT-64In0W0Xe-BOoSWG9Y-WdnTGG5mIiLVzh3HmB4x8EAM9qJ5sSg4ZrGzTtT5/s1600-h/DSC00048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107940836152319106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpqi-24sIg1zuaOnLHfta-imjqJrljxymmQk5Rvw1nJuQg8l5qc1IFEqFb50WHydLxKkDkzCkT-64In0W0Xe-BOoSWG9Y-WdnTGG5mIiLVzh3HmB4x8EAM9qJ5sSg4ZrGzTtT5/s200/DSC00048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">So finally am coming back to writing, as you all know we are in UK these days and here life is totally different from India or Singapore. It's been two month we are here but we both are feeling terribly home sick.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">It's not that we are out of India or away from our parents first time but somehow we are missing India and Indians terribly.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Although two good things are that weather here is wonderful and yes we both are finding more time for each other, it's not that am not working these days <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">that's</span> why but the reason is here people leave office sharp at 5:30 p.m. and as it's summers going on so days are long and it is still sunny till 8 p.m. and it starts getting dark at 10 p.m. So apart from tiring office day still we have good time together..</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">The other thing I like about here is houses, they are small and look like doll houses. It gives a great scenic look. The picture here is of a house opposite to ours which I see daily from my drawing room window and the other thing of delight is an apple tree at our backyard which gives a pleasant feeling.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fnR56qnIV3KpllmAZ8U7C1chqzwztkKNNmhlrR058fBCa-q7lKd5qcnUvN1yvPtcnwpTZxP2mudkv_HrqHgElBpgdwwB9M1nXn2y2Sg0Vn1X9pBKAXLDK-FGmADxb5SF0qRo/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fnR56qnIV3KpllmAZ8U7C1chqzwztkKNNmhlrR058fBCa-q7lKd5qcnUvN1yvPtcnwpTZxP2mudkv_HrqHgElBpgdwwB9M1nXn2y2Sg0Vn1X9pBKAXLDK-FGmADxb5SF0qRo/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIeeUBXdEU52uHtMphmxuW2FNpa2q9qptk3kiltDtyC0Q0pXcrN_5RjqJWPhWY_gmjv6tvlbEAp6gBTV_97oo0PtWjcgYt2_cGvnJEZiBHr-ts18Etxo1IIDx_xxfzJH1tX-U/s1600-h/DSC00049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107947076739800226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIeeUBXdEU52uHtMphmxuW2FNpa2q9qptk3kiltDtyC0Q0pXcrN_5RjqJWPhWY_gmjv6tvlbEAp6gBTV_97oo0PtWjcgYt2_cGvnJEZiBHr-ts18Etxo1IIDx_xxfzJH1tX-U/s200/DSC00049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify">Although haven't tasted a single apple from the garden as it's too high to pluck :)</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">We think our stay here will be till december 2008 and then we'll be back to our India :)</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">~Preeti</div>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-74019945920847277962007-07-20T19:27:00.000+05:302008-11-13T10:57:47.604+05:30We are coming back !!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTXm8pxafeLpvGBvJT29gn9ikQF8RltIFw7bsP8ocKOc1O16CqHHmWiEVH-fycnOSE_bszd8zSn2q7rPfLQuOmywmYkb1mS-vspQhS_HN8MLbi6ziGwfhQChjlr366dYAZdQc/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089278620794411234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTXm8pxafeLpvGBvJT29gn9ikQF8RltIFw7bsP8ocKOc1O16CqHHmWiEVH-fycnOSE_bszd8zSn2q7rPfLQuOmywmYkb1mS-vspQhS_HN8MLbi6ziGwfhQChjlr366dYAZdQc/s200/Image018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hi Folks , </div><br /><div>after this long break shifting from Singapore tio INDIA and then to UK . We lost track of our blog ... and painfully lost touch with most of you .. we would be back soon . around end of next week and expect we all could meet each other on web.. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Last weekend Anjan and I attended a Pirates show .. here is a pic .. guess who is the pirate . </div>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-85161481213606779712007-03-12T12:08:00.000+05:302007-03-12T12:12:26.331+05:30Unexpected Break........I know I was suppose to post next part of "Story So Far" and am posting about break..... but life is full of unexpected things isn't it :)<br />Lately didn't got time to complete the story and now today my contract is ending so it's my last day at job too.... And news is most likely 99% we are leaving Singapore and coming back to India (Second part is stil unknown whether the destination is India or somewhere else not known) So sorry to all of you who have been waiting for the other part of story to come up... As today is last day at job and don't know when I'll join a new job and more over no PC so may be will take time to type and post....<br />Will give further updates later...and yes Sachin too has put his papers and his last day here is 2nd April.....So Singapore we are your guest for a month or so :P<br />Treat us good :D<br /><br />~preetiThe Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-576775410725262292007-03-02T13:40:00.000+05:302008-11-13T10:57:47.891+05:30Story so far ... 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKNWfcTuL6ulMFCTkAljbn7759x0Wcn40Z03qlTvcnsskCvxLs2cPPQG6oy5LUiRomx0MOFK0jNoc_B0D4W1-Oo09-H-h4DnRCLaSVaRi_MW58WxDUvITi8zfjJ49Koy3PmyQ/s1600-h/707284_calm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037237119139397586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKNWfcTuL6ulMFCTkAljbn7759x0Wcn40Z03qlTvcnsskCvxLs2cPPQG6oy5LUiRomx0MOFK0jNoc_B0D4W1-Oo09-H-h4DnRCLaSVaRi_MW58WxDUvITi8zfjJ49Koy3PmyQ/s200/707284_calm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Few more online chats happened between both of them and then one day (after regular chatting of 3 years a question popped up)<br /><b><span style="font-family:';">He</span></b>: If we are compatible to each other can we not stay together and spend our rest of the life together?<br />She: Is this possible?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>And </b><b><span style="font-family:';">He</span> said “ yes”.<o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family:';">He</span></b> could not believe himself , <span style="font-family:';">He</span> said “Yes”. With all the No’s <span style="font-family:';">He</span> had been hearing in his life ..there was finally a “yes”, <span style="font-size:0;"></span>fortunately it came when it mattered the most . <span style="font-family:';">He</span> had been struggling all his life to prove that <span style="font-family:';">He</span> is no less and then today like a miracle <span style="font-family:';">He</span> has her .. <span style="font-family:';">He</span> has his dream girl .. Someone He had been dreaming , wanting, thinking for years . </p><p class="MsoNormal">In all the years <span style="font-family:';">He</span> had this secret desire for someone <span style="font-family:';">He</span> could love , care for<span style="font-size:0;"> </span>, depend on , look to and what not and then this girl with whom <span style="font-family:';">He</span> has never met never seen has become suddenly so important in his life that they have almost decided to stay together for life . <b><span style="font-family:';">He</span></b> was in seventh heaven too happy.. <span style="font-family:';">He</span> felt like going to highest place <span style="font-family:';">He</span> knows scream on the top of his voice …. I love you … </p><p class="MsoNormal">Then , before <span style="font-family:';">He</span> could commit more and ask for commitments .. <span style="font-family:';">He</span> said “let us meet first before we could take it further.. <span style="font-family:';">He</span> was skeptical about himself, <span style="font-family:';">He</span> wanted her to see him, his physical appearance then decide. They discontinued the discussion with promise to meet soon. </p><p class="MsoNormal">He has just resumed work after 6 months of leave as he was recovering from major accident, getting leave was very difficult. <span style="font-size:0;"></span>The days were brighter and nights were exciting, they were talking and chatting regularly on everything and anything. Describing more about themselves and families try to give other person more and more information which could prepare the other one for the life coming on.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Gulzar sahib <span style="font-size:0;"></span>ne kahin likha hai </p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i>rubaru hui rooh uski...<br />jise abtak dekha nahi<o:p></o:p></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal">The days went by and then even months .. finally he managed some leaves around Diwali .. there were more crackers inside then around ..He applied for leave and it got approved. He simply could not wait to tell her .. he almost flew to his desk to write a email which she was supposed to check 2 days later .. </p><p class="MsoNormal">So finally after so many if’s and but’s noes and yeses they were meeting .. They decided to meet on 26<sup>th</sup> October . </p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>aage badate hue..........<br />sochta hun....sach likhun<br />ya adab ki bat likhun.<br /><br />bhige se hai jajbat<br />ya koi garam bat likhun.<br /><br />tere pas se gujra hun......<br />isliye salam likhun.<br /><br />sham dale<br />mai kaise subah ki bat likhun.<br /><br />sabne banaye hai apne khuda..<br />mai tujhe hi apna namaz <span style="font-size:0;"></span>likhoon.<o:p></o:p></b></p><br />So guys .. this is part 3 .. part 4 coming soon ....The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-26235078596030753672007-02-14T13:52:00.000+05:302008-11-13T10:57:48.267+05:30Story So far....... 2<strong><em>(Those who have not read part 1 can read it <a href="http://preetisachins.blogspot.com/2007/01/story-so-far.html#links">here</a>)</em></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhTrAACrbxBEnR8L_eR0YKpr4J-O40VyFwg2htoeSb16WLJ84UNqLo6CjqFNDEPbEFknlqE_kTRMamhSZyiU7mGdh7odrrK2OVFxBrRtw9or7fT-HlQbykJfFexzyLus3Ba3H/s1600-h/couple.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031311648102147202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhTrAACrbxBEnR8L_eR0YKpr4J-O40VyFwg2htoeSb16WLJ84UNqLo6CjqFNDEPbEFknlqE_kTRMamhSZyiU7mGdh7odrrK2OVFxBrRtw9or7fT-HlQbykJfFexzyLus3Ba3H/s200/couple.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Next day she came online and found him waiting for her, and he burst with a question "why are you late?" she said oh was waiting for papa to go to sleep, they continued talking to each other, she asking about his job profile and he about her education and all. And never did they asked each other's age. They got to know that both reside in opposite corners of country. She was relaxed that she won't be asked by him to meet as every other tom, dick n harry did. Any how he never did so.<br />Second day he told her about his disability and was wondering whether she will continue to be his friend or not.<br />She liked his honesty and ready to take challenges attitude, she admired his way of struggling with life, she liked his mature and sensible talks never sugar coated or misguiding her. He was always ready to help her in studies. He use to send her poem composed by him, Once he wrote her “<br /><br /><span style="color:#663366;"><em>I cannot ease your aching heart,<br />Nor take your pain away,<br /><br />But let me stay and take your hand,<br />And walk with you today!<br /><br />I'll listen when you need to talk,<br />I'll wipe away your tears<br />I'll share your worries when they come;<br />I'll help you face your fears<br /><br />I'm here and I will stand by you,<br />Each hill you have to climb<br />So take my hand, lets face the world,<br />Live one day at a time!<br />You're not alone, for I am still here<br />I'll go that extra mile<br /><br />And when your grief is eased,<br />I'll help you learn to smile!<br /><br /></em><span style="color:#000000;">He kept on sending her poems and she loved reading them a lot but one day he</span> <span style="color:#000000;">wrote to her<br /><br /></span><em>As silent as sky,<br />With soft clouds rolling by<br />Who has peeped into my heart?<br /><br />Darkness is over<br />May be forever<br />Like a sunshine<br />Touching the earth<br /><br />Filled with joy;<br />My heart re-joys<br />The tender feeling of oneness<br />I melt and cheer<br />As Sorrow disappear<br /><br />When you fold me in your arms and caress<br />Be with me, wherever<br /><br />O my silent love divine<br />A dream come true<br />I rub my eyes to see that you are mine<br /></em></span><br />From his poem she felt as if the other person behind the screen is getting attracted to her and she was able to make out of the talks which were getting passionate now, although she liked him but that doesn’t mean to get into any relationship. She thought of controlling situation at that very moment as she didn’t want to break anyone’s heart at later stage. She did not want to play with anyone’s emotions but neither does she want to loose his friendship which was genuine enough. She very genuinely mailed him what she her thoughts for him. He replied<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#663366;">I was cold and hurting<br />Lost out in the night<br />Wandering and searching<br />For heaven's light<br />I saw the night sky clearing<br />When you spread your rainbow wings<br />But little did I know<br />What joy you would bring<br />For that moment<br />a friendship did start<br />You wipe away my tears<br />And sheltered my heart<br />I blessed the day God<br />Sent him from above<br />But then I grow fearful<br />For I had fallen in love<br />I told you this feeling<br />As what did you say?<br />You said you like our friendship<br />And that’s how it will stay<br />I cried for friendship<br />I thought I lost<br />But then felt your warm, gentle hand<br />You then whispered in my ear<br />That by my side<br />You’ll forever stand<br /></span></em><br />It continued for one and half year, they became best net pals, every weekend she use to come back from hostel share her college happenings with him, take advice on her subject matters, he use to share his office happenings and would give her every possible help in studies. If she is stuck up with any programming only resort for her was to contact him.<br /><br />They exchanged their phone numbers but never did they call each other.<br />One day he disappeared from net totally, every weekend she use to log in to look for him but there was no trace of him. It started effecting her studies also, she was not able to concentrate in her college and looked lost somewhere, little did she realize that she is missing him badly. Every Saturday, Sunday she use to connect to internet every 10 or 15 minutes to find out his traces but he was no where.<br />She wondered whether he is not ill seriously or might have met with some accident, her thoughts were taking her no where. She thought of making him a phone call but could not take courage to do so. She use to wonder “Don’t know how he will feel or react to her phone call” as they never called each other. She didn’t knew what to do.<br /><br />One fine day she took it no more and made her heart firm to make a phone call to him. Now there was a dilemma whether to give a call at residence number or office number, She felt it won't be good to call him at home phone so she decided she will call at office first as at home she might not be able to handle her parents asking any questions. May be she might come to know from office whether he is coming to office all these days or may be he is ill.<br />With sinking feeling, shaking fingers, she dialed number, cut it before it could be connected. Took a long breathe, gained back her courage, said to herself just a matter or few minutes and she will come to know the truth.<br /><br />She dialed, phone was answered at fourth ring. "Hello" "who’s it" she heard a male voice, she can hear her heart beat growing faster and on knowing that it was no other than "him" on phone she almost scolded him, where was he all these days can't he inform her, leave her a mail or call her. Then she realized who she was to say all this. She felt embarrassed and kept a sudden mum, other person just managed to gave a little laughter and said sorry was very busy in office, some deliveries and all but don't worry will meet you online tomorrow. But he could feel the passion in her voice and she was surprised on her own gesture and feelings, she realized this isn't a normal feeling. She has developed a strange feeling towards him, she wants to be with him most of the time, want to talk to him all day. With all these feeling she went to sleep.<br /><br />Few more online chats happened between both of them and then one day (after regular chatting of 3 years a question popped up)<br />He: If we are compatible to each other can we not stay together and spend our rest of the life together?<br />She: Is this possible?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>********************************************************************************</div><br /><div>To be continued.....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And this marks my 100th post on blogspot :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Although I wanted to post whole story in part 2 but time limitations so didn't got time to complete it. Hopefully will post final part soon</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So all my blog friends </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A very Happy Valentine's Day </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em>From</em></div><br /><div><em>Preeti and Sachin</em></div>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-19667855843077348502007-01-24T15:00:00.000+05:302007-09-21T15:56:32.838+05:30Coffee aahaan.........<a href="http://www.coffeezest.com/coffee_bean.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.coffeezest.com/coffee_bean.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Today after lunch I felt too sleepy and above all I knew I don’t have any work to do before 5 p.m. it was really very difficult to keep my self awake. Although tried browsing net, peeping in fellow bloggers blog, went through some news sites but still felt drowsy. Then it clicked to me and I went to pantry to make a cup of coffee for me, and lo within seconds my drowsiness was gone and felt fresh. So what’s a big deal to it. </div><br /><div>Every one of us know that coffee has high level of antioxidants and used by most of us to come out of fatigue or tiredness, students will definitely agree with me as it helps them to burn their night lamps. So I discovered nothing new :P </div><p>but what I did in my free time is I googled for coffee, it’s history, benefits, harms etc. This shows how IT people cannot survive without google search engine at all :D<br />Jokes apart going through the history I discovered few interesting things which I thought of sharing with you all guys (May be am too late to write and most of you must be knowing it already)<br />It was discovered even before 13th century and the name coffee was derived from the Arabic term <strong>Kahway</strong> or <strong>Gahwa</strong>. <a href="http://www.coffeezest.com/coffee_bean.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.coffeezest.com/coffee_bean.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.coffeezest.com/coffee_bean.jpg"></a><a href="http://www.coffeezest.com/coffee_bean.jpg"></a><br />Legend popular about coffee is that there was an Abyssinian goat herder whose name was <strong>Khalid</strong>. Khalid use to feel drowsy during afternoon due to sun’s effect and he discovered that his goats became hyperactive after eating some berries. So out of curiosity he too tried chewing some, he ate few berries whole and felt hyperactive as his herd, when his wife came to knew about his being energetic instead of normally exhausted one while returning back home she asked for the same and on knowing the reason for the same she urged his to share his wonderful discovery with local holy men in monastery. The chief monk their did not felt happy at Khalid’s discovery and declared the berries as “<strong>The work of the Devil</strong>”. He took berries from Khalid and threw them in the fire to banish their offending presence. Soon the room got filled with delicious aroma of roasted berries, and other monks too gathered there to discover the new delight.<br />The chief monk then picked up those smoldering berries, dissolved it in water and instructed other monks to take a sip of it. As soon as they drank it, they felt good and experienced clarity. The brew was proclaimed a miracle and was then used to keep them awake during their evening prayers.<br /><br />According to another legend (The Arabian legend of Omar the Dervish) it is popular that Omar was well known for his ability to cure sick through prayers and medicines. Although not everyone agreed to this and eventually his enemies forced him to wander in the desert outside Yemenite port of Mocha. In his starvation days he happen to stumble over a bush with berries. Thinking it to be good sign by God he tried to eat those berries, but they were very bitter in taste, so he decided to roast them and placed them in boiling water, still he found beans were very bitter, so he drank the potion and he miraculously recovered his strength back. The word spread about Omar’s magic potion and people took his survival as a religious sign. Soon people were spreading word of the restorative powers of this amazing new drink. The plant and its beverage were named <strong>Mocha</strong> to honor this event, this is how coffee gets its name as mocha . Omar was eventually invited back to Mocha where he was made a saint.<br />It is believed that coffee plant grew naturally in <strong>Ethiopia</strong> and was later transplanted in Arabia. Arab people monopolized it. The tribes from Ethiopia doesn’t use it as drink but would wrap these beans in animal fat as their only source of nutrition while on raiding parties. The Turks were the first persons who adopted coffee as a drink but they use to add spices to it as clove, cinnamon, cardamom etc while brewing.<br />Coffee was introduced to other countries beyond Arabia in much later time as Arabian people took it as delicacy and didn’t allowed it to go anywhere else, they even use to guard its secret as if it is some top secret military plans. Its export was forbidden by Moslem Nation, The coffee actually spreaded illegally. Even in India it was smuggled by one Arab named Baba Budan, he smuggled it to some mountains near Mysore and started a farm there. Early in this century, the descendants of those original plants were found still growing fruitfully in the region.<br />There is also one belief that some Christians considered coffee as a devil’s drink. Pope Vincent III heard this and decided to taste himself. He found the beverage good that he baptized it saying “<strong>coffee is so delicious it would be a pity to let the infidels have exclusive use of it</strong>."<br />Anyways whatever be the reason, coffee is enjoyed worldwide and is good for health if taken in moderate quantity. Few of its benefits am listing here courtesy research on net<br />Ø As coffee helps you to keep regular so there is a possibility that it reduces risk of colon cancer by up to 25 percent.<br />Ø Two observational studies found that regular coffee intake reduced the risk of developing kidney stones<br />Ø Coffee has a compound called theophylline which acts as a bronchodilator which helps people with asthma to have up to 25 percent lesser symptoms<br />Ø Coffee may prevent some other diseases like cirrhosis of the liver, Parkinson’s disease, skin cancer and gallstones<br />Ø Okie one good thing I found on net is and strange too that coffee may help some people to loose weight as it may boost the number of calories you burn per hour by 4% (don’t know how much this point is true :D)<br />Ø Coffee may help to deal with jet lag also as it helps to shift the body’s natural time cycle after time zone changes as in case of long distance travels. It is recommended to drink coffee in morning when traveling to west and in late afternoon while traveling to east.<br />Ø Although people with high blood pressure must be careful with caffeine as it can rise up to 5 or even 10 millimeters of mercury. The amount depends on the individual and dose.<br />Oh I think enough of it, rest if interested read on net courtesy google search :D<br />I had a great time pass while writing about this and enjoyed writing it while sipping my cup of coffee<br /><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/45/A_small_cup_of_coffee.JPG/300px-A_small_cup_of_coffee.JPG"></a><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/4/45/A_small_cup_of_coffee.JPG/300px-A_small_cup_of_coffee.JPG"></a>So coffee for you too?<br />Enjoy</p></div>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-15616579394284686452007-01-17T15:15:00.000+05:302007-09-21T15:56:47.604+05:30A story so far....<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/1600/ladysketch1.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/1600/ladysketch1.1.jpg" border="0" /></a> It was <strong>her</strong> daily routine to browse net during night, whenever her dad went off to sleep she’ll connect net and get back to her routine. She has taken her mother in confidence and promised her to surf net every night just for one hour and not more than that as her dad was strictly against it. She had tried everything from chat room to movies website, from googling to e-greetings site. She had made few good friends also on net and then limited her chatting with those friends only. Now she don’t bother to go to chat rooms to chat with invisible people, she was bugged up with the first question asked by every Tom, Dick and Harry “Hi there, ASL please”<br />Now she always turn down any unknown friend request and then too her studies seriously. As it was high time now. Being eldest of three sisters and no brother expectations of her parents were high from her. They were proud of her as she always managed to grab good position in her class. She was considered the most sober, soft spoken and intelligent girl in her school and college. She had a dream to be at some top notch position one day, she wanted to do some professional course but her dad can afford only basic graduation and post graduation, He cannot spend more on professional coaching and all. She was compelled to give B-ed entrance, she gave it half heartedly, her bad luck she cleared it. On the day of counseling she pleaded her dad that she want to do some professional course and not B-ed. Her dad was adamant as he cannot afford fees for the professional course. On her name being called she started crying and rushed back home.<br />She got scolding from her dad, her mom tried to convince her dad to let her go for professional course. That year government had introduced Voluntary Retirement scheme for bank employees, her dad grabbed the opportunity and took VRS. He said now you can go for your professional course. She was the most happiest person on earth. So took admission and went to stay in hostel. Although she was missing her family a lot but still she was happy that she is going to achieve what she dreamt off.<br />During weekends she use to come back home and then use to follow her old routine, browsing during night. Talking with her virtual friends who had become her best pals, with whom she use to share her happiness and sorrows.<br />One fine day <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">a new messenger </span>was launched. Just for the heck of trying she downloaded, now she wanted to test it also, so was looking in the list to find out a suitable person with whom she can talk. But suddenly a message popped from <strong>him</strong>. “Hi there”. As she was also looking for someone to talk and test messenger she responded. Although the moment she logged on to new messenger she started getting so many hello messages from unknown people, but she had already responded to Him, so she kept on declining others invitation.<br />The other person on the end sounded so informal that she liked talking to him. He never asked "ASL please"They talked for an hour and still none of them asked each other’s age or location. She was wondering if that person is quite old in age or may be very younger than her. But never mind she liked talking to him. In between he got some mail, he had applied for some job and he got that job. He asked her to hold on as he wanted to share this news first with his parents, but asked her not to leave. She waited and he came back after 10 mins. He sounded so excited. He said he got a job as General Manager in some company. She gave her best wishes but then wondered she is in her first year of her course and the other person whom she is talking to is GM now, will it be good to talk to him. Anyways they bid goodbye and went back to sleep.<br /><br />..................................... To be continued...............................The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-11672835525877984652007-01-11T14:52:00.000+05:302007-01-12T07:44:18.472+05:30New Begining<a href="http://www.newfie.com/subscriber/images/tgif.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.newfie.com/subscriber/images/tgif.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Its been very long time I have written something meaningful. Just few updates, going on vacations , coming back from the same kind of posts. Even today I don’t have much to write, don’t know but life has become monotonous and tiring, Want to take time for myself, for family but don’t know where the time is. Sometimes wonder is this the life we dreamt off??<br />Both of us hardly get time to talk, such a busy and fast life that being in office sometimes ping each other to talk whenever we get some 5 or 10 mins free, No time to pursue our interests or hobbies, Cooking just to satisfy hunger and not for pleasure, only weekends we do get some time to spare. But still feel two days are too less to rest, as have to do all the pending chores of week days.<br />It’s new year now and haven’t made any resolutions this year, neither do I think Sachin made any. This reminds me of last year post by Sachin, where he made some resolutions, Let me go through it and see what have we achieved out of it:<br /><a href="http://preetisachins.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html">http://preetisachins.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html</a><br /><em></em><br /><em>“Things which remain unaccomplished .... And to accomplish in 2006<br />Yet to channel-ise career goals<br />Create fund to buy a House by Dec 2007<br />Manage finances more professionally<br />Try and reduce 6 kg atleast<br />Start a workout R-E-G-U-L-A-R-L-Y<br />Be regular with this blog “</em><br /><em><br /></em>Now 2007 is here :<br />Career Goals, Still not steady on the same<br />Fund: Not achieved<br />Manage Finances: Yes we have achieved that<br />Weight reduce????? Whats that :D Okie Sachin did reduced some but am the same<br />Workout: Forget the spelling even<br />Regular with blog: Still trying<br /><br />Overall A good year So here we both welcome Year 2007<br />With a hope that this year will bring satisfaction in all aspects. A wish all of you may gain wealth, health and prosperity.<br /><br />So Friends A very Happy new year to all of you.</div><div></div><div>PS: Pic has nothing to do with my current mood, one moment am stressed , other am happy and fine, just was googling to get image for TGIF and landed on this, full credits to it's owner, source of the image can be viewed <a href="http://www.newfie.com/subscriber/images/tgif.jpg">here</a></div>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-76054355822998429392007-01-10T15:22:00.000+05:302007-01-10T15:24:03.753+05:30Fun but trueBefore leaving for the day today just found an aboslute wonderful, hillarious piece of writeup which is totally true, Do read it. It's worth reading :)<br />Click <a href="http://www.hindu.com/mag/2007/01/07/stories/2007010700180400.htm">here</a><br /><br />~preetiThe Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-87582445881813887622006-12-21T13:09:00.000+05:302008-11-13T10:57:48.629+05:30Vacations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48lrlsfFMq_TCCP6igfoDkbWtza8PZe6LvY9DTGq8RG_hyphenhyphen-ydYy3Lh2eJ2vGzBGzoZpYRiGa6FlVoP_EoPUILppLr1wqLeou7F-DsAa0urTmIsbgiGL_IXbSpzaXMlClROHGS/s1600-h/IMGP0077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010882131221761570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48lrlsfFMq_TCCP6igfoDkbWtza8PZe6LvY9DTGq8RG_hyphenhyphen-ydYy3Lh2eJ2vGzBGzoZpYRiGa6FlVoP_EoPUILppLr1wqLeou7F-DsAa0urTmIsbgiGL_IXbSpzaXMlClROHGS/s200/IMGP0077.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jiska humein tha intezaar who dinn aa gaya, so friends here we take great pleasure to announce our 10 days vacations to India , starting from tomorrow. As you all knew it was Sachin’s b’day yesterday and he got lot of wishes from all of you guys, and he’s a real happy man now :)<br /><br />This is the pic I wanted to post on his b’day post, which I clicked on 20th morning but has not taken the data transfer cable so couldn’t do that, anyways I can do it now :)So coming back to our India Plans, okie bags are packed (still little bit packing is left, so Must be done todayGot long list of things to carry which includes………<br /><ul><li>A mobile</li><li>Chinese Fans</li><li>Lamp</li><li>Perfumes</li><li>Watches</li><li>Synthesizer</li><li>Chocolates (loads of it) Wish I can keep them all</li><li>Gold gift items for both our moms</li></ul><p>And still the list goes on and on :) ;) So the plan is we’ll land in Apni Delhi and from there Siddharth n Garima (our friends) will be there to receive us, we’ll oad our luggage in their Santro (hopefully it comes in their car or else they will make us sit on the top of Santro :DSo we all four will go to jaipur by road sounds good naThen Sidds n Garima will go to their parents place and we’ll finally have ghar ka maa key haath ka food :) </p><p>Have good time in jaipur and then few days in chandigarh so we will be back on 3rd Jan</p><p>So guys see you on 3rd Jan</p><p>Wishing you all a very wonderful new year</p><p>Happy New Year 2007</p><p>~Preeti and Sachin</p><p></p>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-23254156867187797902006-12-20T08:32:00.000+05:302007-09-21T15:57:44.137+05:30Love you darling<a href="http://www.kidsdomain.com/holiday/val/color/b-teddy.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="87" alt="" src="http://www.kidsdomain.com/holiday/val/color/b-teddy.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>After all it's Sachin's B'day you see......</div><div></div><div>Wish I could have put the pic I clicked in morning :)</div><div></div><div>Love you always</div><br /><div></div>The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-86060362215470792152006-12-11T14:43:00.000+05:302006-12-11T15:32:19.561+05:30happeningsSaturday and Sunday was full of shopping apart from the house cleaning abhiyaan.Saturday Got up late on saturday (naya kya hai :D)So got up at 10 a.m. , had breakfast and slept back at 12 p.m. why???? after all it is weekend isn't it :DGot back at 3:30 p.m. Cleaned home religously till 5 p.m. and were exhausted like anything. Reached Farrer Park at 7:30 p.m. and were joined by few friends for dinner, Searched for vacant tables in nearby restuarants....and were successful by 10:15 p.m.(Weekend Again :P) After having dinner we started our shopping in mustafa, entered mustafa at 11:30 p.m. (sounds funny isn't it) Got out of mustafa at 1:30 p.m. with just one suitcase :D empty ofcourse. We purchased a suitcase to carry our luggage to india, and on billing counter that lady greeted us by saying goodmorning maam, had to see my watch (1:30 a.m. oh yah morning :P)We all had tea outside mustafa and were exhausted like anything so thought of buying other things next day, so came back home watched TV till 4 a.m. and went to sleep at 4 a.m. Sunday:Got up at 10 a.m. again, had breakfast, cleaned home, did laundry and left home with shopping spree at 2 p.m. So went to Simlim Square first, had some electronics items and oh yes Sachin got me a new camera tooThen we went to china town, beautifully decorated street, that street is called lucky chinatown, But the thing is we have to walk a lot to find out things of our interest. One can be easily fascinated with all goodies there and is hard to decide what to buy and what not to buy. Had few of the japanese fans, some watches, merlin symbols, softtoys for kiddos there, some tit bits and then thought of buying things next weekend as it was already 9 p.m. now, So in all it was a fun-filled, but tiring weekend :)The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-86503954909733482962006-12-07T09:23:00.000+05:302006-12-08T07:50:49.510+05:30Quick updateIt's almost 18 days since I have written anything. The schedule is actually getting tighter and tougher to handle.Today looks a little strange as I have no work to do and sitting idle in office , looking around to cheeni- japanis ( as Sachin calls them ) . Then my favorite thing to do, what else then read blogs and write something to connect to you all ..<br />Ah, weekend is here and TGIF , so excited as 14 days to go . .. and horrified by the state of house which needs monstrous cleaning .. Hopefully this Saturday would be the Salvation Day for my house<br />Kitchen cabinets need to arranged up, pile of clothes need to be ironed, dusting and mopping.. me getting jitters just thinking about it . So if u guys happen to pass by our house and see panchoo dhobi and shanta bai attire on both of us pls bear with us<br />14 days to go from today to India.. this would be a short vacation but much desired one .. then we would meet our best pals ..sidds and garima and then parents .. cannot wait ..lah ( as u say it in singaporian)<br />Sachin's b'day happens to be on 20th dec and mine 3rd jan, but won't be able to celebrate with family as going just 2 days after his and coming back one day before mine.... so singapore we are here to celebrate our b'days..... anyways when we are with family and freinds .. all days would be a party in india<br /><br />All in all very busy , very excited and all charged up for exciting one month to follow ..The Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-54661303038272707512006-11-20T12:51:00.000+05:302007-09-21T15:58:02.152+05:30Life In Singapore.....It's been a long while any post come up from us. All we have posted for last few months is little bit happenings in life, or we are coming back kind of posts :P, although wanted to post a lot but first didn't had net access at home, then joined a job (A week ago) so couldn't get time for this. Have missed everyone's comments and of course missed reading all of your posts. But now am covering that by reading posts one by one of all you guys.<br />As all of you know we have shifted to Singapore some 3 months back. So facing lot of changes in life, job, daily routine. After coming to Singapore one biggest change of our life is "Me and Sachin have become active :D " Jokes apart, seriously we have to walk a lot be it for going to office, or for shopping or even going to local grocery shop. When we were in India both of us were dependent on our lovable car, wherever we had to go, we just took out our car and headed towards it. Be it our office or a shop located at 50 meters from our apartment :P I don't remember we ever used bus or auto's for traveling there, But now car is beyond our capacity to afford here, car's parking is much costlier than the fuel here :D<br />Thank goodness transport system here is worlds best, so traveling is much easier and now don't feel bad that we don't own a vehicle here. MRT systems and buses are really good here. Singapore is most people friendly nation, so they have taken care of every minute needs of people and made life easy. Now I feel our goal to reduce weight is not far away :D In India I remember only place I used to walk was from my apartment floor to lift gate, from ground floor lift till car, Get down at office gate, walk till lift and be seated at my place and same while coming back :D<br />I guess we'll be fitter while we'll come back to India.<br /><br />Feels Good :D<br /><br />Other major change in life, LIFE has become very BUSY. Hardly get time and now I understand the actual meaning of TGIF Where we eagerly wait for weekends so that we can get up at 10 am. My day starts here at 6:30 a.m. I never thought I will ever get up so early in my life, even for exams also I never got up so early :D<br />And then we cannot afford maids here so all work is done by us only.<br />Even we don't get dhobi's here so have to iron our clothes ourself. :D Life became hectic.<br /><br />Unlike India don't have the lunch facility in office, so have to prepare lunch in morning, then rush for MRT, it takes 1 hour for me to reach office, Sachin is lucky his office is at<br />20 mins run. MRT system is amazing here. But one can see the same amount of rush during the office hours, but still I wonder how people manage to walk without knocking anyone :D, without pushing in trains, :D:D<br /><br />Amazing thing is people don't honk horns on traffic lights, infact I don't remember if I had heard any horn voice in last 3 months here :D People are patient enough to wait for there turn. People are punctual for time, reach office sharp at 9 a.m. and leave dot at 6 p.m. :D They don't stretch like Indians, and in my office as 75% are Indians they still sit stretch till 6:30 p.m. or 7 p.m.<br /><br />FOOD IS HORRIBLE HERE<br />This place is not at all meant for vegetarians. Veggi's cannot survive here until and unless they know cooking and cook for themselves.<br />People here eat weird food, that stinks also. And when our neighbors are on cooking spree, we have to close our windows and doors :D<br />(People usually do not cook here and therefore that explains huge chain of food courts here)<br />Although we do have some Indian restaurant here but they have limited things on veggie menu and yes VERY EXPENSIVE too And yes even when buying vegetables, one has to look again and again to find out what vegetable is this, hardly find good Indian vegetables<br /><br />One thing we learnt here is FISH IS CONSIDERED AS VEGETARIAN FOOD<br />Howcome don't ask me ;)<br />We feel strange too<br /><br />So make sure on your visit here, don't end up eating fish sandwich, if u ask or pay for vegetarian sandwich :P<br /><br />Place is very neat and clean and to find dust here is almost impossible<br /><br />While taking a home on rent here common trend is you get a fully furnished house with all the necessities you can think of. other thing I liked here is people are very generous and courteous. If you happen to look into eyes of other person (who is completely stranger to you) It is expected that both of you should greet each other with smile.<br />(If this practice you follow in India, and some guy do this to any good looking girl he will definitely end up with some chappals :D)<br />So people keep on greeting others in lift, trains or buses, malls, etc.<br />Coming to malls, huge is the word I got to say Amazing<br /><br />Oh yes I forgot to mention about the number of escalators in MRT stations. The total number of escalators in one MRT interchange must be much more than total number of escalators in India.<br /><br />As I told this place is people friendly and is most disabled friendly nation. You will find lifts, escalators, walk ways at every 50 mtr distance in the interchange. Then special phones are installed for disabled people who sit in wheelchair for their convenience. Everywhere you will find ramps for wheelchairs.<br /><br />One thing you will definitely notice is number of mobile users here, be it a train or bus, mall or road, you will find people walking with earphone plugged in their ears, listening to songs and phone in their hands. If not listening to songs then definitely typing sms messages.<br />Here person gets his or her first hand phone at the age of 5 , isn't that strange, school kids taking mobiles in their prep class. If it is a family of 4, all four will be having individual phones :P<br />And yes all of them having trendy mobiles, kids having PDA too<br />:(<br />Another thing noticeable here is people like reading a lot. You will catch people reading novels and other books in MRT, even if they don't get seat to sit, still they will be reading while standing, walking also.<br />Height I have seen is a kids mom is shopping in a mall, kid is walking along with from one floor to another but reading a book while walking :D<br />now what shall I say about that kid :P<br /><br />Eating a bubblegum is a criminal offence here, and you are not suppose to give tips to waiter or else you will land up in soup<br />There are very good places from tourist point of view, which I will mention in my next post, abhi ke liyey itna hi, I guess I wrote quite a long post this time :D<br /><br />~preetiThe Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-1163347951517441632006-11-12T21:40:00.000+05:302006-11-16T23:34:02.198+05:30Here I come:) So am back with bang in blogworld......... to start with a fresh new template<br /><br />Lot of our creativity put into place in this template<br /><br />Sachin helped a lot with images and placing right picture at right place<br /><br />Some Efforts from my side too<br />Love to have your comments<br /><br />Coming up soon...........<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Life in Singapore</span><br /><br />Keep Logging in<br />:)<br />~preetiThe Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-1162057864766124852006-10-28T23:19:00.000+05:302006-11-16T23:34:01.882+05:30Some ProblemAm having some problem with my template so haved changed to basic template, will soon come up with new post and new template<br />okie la<br />bbye<br />~preetiThe Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18267991.post-1160978421118740782006-10-16T11:17:00.000+05:302006-11-16T23:34:01.784+05:30We are back<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/1600/View%201%20from%20bedroom%20window_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/320/View%201%20from%20bedroom%20window_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/1600/Drawing%20room1_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/320/Drawing%20room1_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/1600/Diwali%20decorations%20in%20mustafa_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/320/Diwali%20decorations%20in%20mustafa_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/1600/Block%20231%20-%20Where%20I%20liv%20e_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/320/Block%20231%20-%20Where%20I%20liv%20e_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/1600/betroom%201_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/418/1783/320/betroom%201_001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hi folks,<br />hope you guys have not forgotten us .. We are back ..on our space .. We have relocated and settled down in Singapore .. Anjan ( preeti) has got a job too and my job is going fine .. We had been missing our dear blogspace for long .. Preeti will take a while before actively updating it. but till then i will try my best to update it regularly now .<br /><br />To Start with these are some of the pics from our new home , preeti has worked too hard to make it look good ..<br /><br />So everybody .. please coming here ..<br /><br />thanks from preeti and me ..<br /><br />Love<br />Sachin<br /><br />Added later by Me (preeti:))<br />Am so happy to come online after one month, have been missing u guys a lot, Hope to see u soon, with some stories abt singapore :)<br />preetiThe Bhandari'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02647113151036100634noreply@blogger.com10