<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:33:40.590+05:30</updated><category term='addiction'/><category term='Convocation'/><category term='books'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='solar eclipse'/><category term='life&apos;s like that'/><category term='calicut city'/><category term='worms'/><category term='Calcutta'/><category term='ketchup'/><category term='insects'/><category term='Pune blasts'/><category term='ants'/><category term='dan brown'/><category term='General Electric'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='machines lab'/><category term='angels and demons'/><category term='wildflowers'/><category term='bing'/><category term='results'/><category term='nokia'/><category term='mess'/><category term='lovestory'/><category term='registration'/><category term='Texas Instruments'/><category term='college life'/><category term='nerdy me'/><category term='mongoose'/><category term='group discussions'/><category term='jungle'/><category term='slug'/><category term='filing'/><category term='heat in kerala'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='The Kite Runner'/><category term='A bug&apos;s Life'/><category term='mechanical workshop'/><category term='fall'/><category term='taylor swift'/><category term='beating boredom'/><category term='save the planet'/><category term='musical nite'/><category term='watevr'/><category term='arctic'/><category term='RIP'/><category term='Cafe Coffee Day'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='Khaled Hosseini'/><category term='food'/><category term='festival'/><category term='seed vault'/><category term='microsoft'/><category term='Rajpath'/><category term='placement'/><category term='homesickness'/><category term='ragam'/><category term='scam'/><category term='mock placements'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='environmental studies'/><category term='tathva'/><category term='google'/><category term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Confessions@NITC</title><subtitle type='html'>Life at the National Institute of Technology, Calicut..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-3437063759539589365</id><published>2012-01-21T20:14:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:00:09.315+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Curtain Call</title><content type='html'>For the last time I walked out of the college gates, walked to Kattangal and took a bus to the city. &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't feel like I haven't been here for the last few months, everything feels like its always been this way and that it's always going to be this way. Can't imagine I'm never coming back here and never seeing the NITC Class of 2011 again together at one place like this again. It felt so 'like always' to see everyone again, sitting in the auditorium in alphabetical order-which meant with my 'forever' lab partners, it felt like maybe some things will never change, when the truth is, it is never going to be this way again.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I feel sad it's ending now, cuz it just doesn't feel that way yet. &lt;br /&gt;I hope it's true, that we keep running into each other.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, since the last time I walked outta those gates, I've made a complete mess of my life and proved my stupidity to the world. This time, I hope I walk out into the world a stronger and wiser girl, and that the world is a bit easier on me than it was the last time ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-3437063759539589365?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3437063759539589365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=3437063759539589365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3437063759539589365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3437063759539589365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/01/curtain-call.html' title='Curtain Call'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7844959001141976527</id><published>2012-01-19T07:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:49:00.388+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convocation'/><title type='text'>For The Last Time</title><content type='html'>7:30 am&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to college for our graduation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite an interesting journey so far, from Bangalore by bus. There are four others from my college on the same bus and I've been slipping off my seat all night because the roads are winding like crazy! (I'm not even sure if that's a correct English sentence but that's the only way to explain it exactly!)&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to sleep for the major share of the night, but since the sun came out, I'm just loving being back here. The roads feel so familiar and the weather is really awesome since it's still early morning. &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Kapad and Calicut right now, and so excited to be back! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7844959001141976527?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7844959001141976527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7844959001141976527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7844959001141976527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7844959001141976527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-last-time.html' title='For The Last Time'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8924409141150829893</id><published>2011-04-15T20:54:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:01:14.076+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildflowers'/><title type='text'>NITC Bloom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's what I'm gonna miss the most about this college....stone walls and wild flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="399" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74b7661e154cf0b4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74b7661e154cf0b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331641853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FE94DAB1E9E470F8003C5D9A83A67FD97B88B93.CB723A76A86605014C4424267A647F7CF0543FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74b7661e154cf0b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEU_Ec1mH1Hf84Enxj3YfSkN-Zm4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="480" height="399" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74b7661e154cf0b4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331641853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4FE94DAB1E9E470F8003C5D9A83A67FD97B88B93.CB723A76A86605014C4424267A647F7CF0543FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74b7661e154cf0b4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEU_Ec1mH1Hf84Enxj3YfSkN-Zm4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all pics still courtesy my Nokia 6300!! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8924409141150829893?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8924409141150829893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8924409141150829893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8924409141150829893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8924409141150829893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/04/nitc-bloom.html' title='NITC Bloom'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7143472102311421861</id><published>2011-04-13T16:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:45:19.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last working day at college, atleast for my class.&lt;br /&gt;And it was followed by the director's farewell to our batch in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July 23, 2007&lt;/strong&gt; - all of us had assembled in that very auditorium for the first time (and sadly, I guess that was the only time the whole batch was ever together under one damned roof) for our orientation ceremony. &lt;br /&gt;We didn't know each other and neither did we know ourselves quite so well then. &lt;br /&gt;We had no idea what was coming, yet we were all inspired and excited; inspired by our own success (at having reached here) and excited about what was to come (for they said, this college was one of the best, and they said once we got here, our futures were set and secured - oh yeah, that's what they used to say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already been on campus for 5 days by then; had been locked up in LH ever since my mom had left; and had already had had my first brushes with what was to come atleast in the immediate future. The only mess open during that duration had already served us boiled bananas, appam and stew by then. Some seniors had landed up earlier than they should have and had already started on what they proudly considered their duty! So on 23rd morning, we were lined up at the hostel gates, all dressed up in our 'funde', heads bowed low....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after two years of hell (high school) and getting into NIT - 'C', I had thought I could finally look up and around, and take a deep breath. And here we were..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, at that moment, it felt like hell all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of the orientation ceremony was boring speeches I really wasn't paying attention to. But I could never forget the line with which Raghu sir closed the ceremony. I wonder if anyone else remembers, but he said - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four years from now, when you leave this college, &lt;strong&gt;Duniya aapki muthi mein honi chahiye'&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I coudn't imagine then how that could possibly happen in this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 12, 2011&lt;/strong&gt; - few gathered in the same auditorium. But only a few. &lt;br /&gt;I don't blame the ones who didn't turn up; I myself don't know why I went, I knew most wouldn't turn up anyway; but since I could never forget those&amp;nbsp;lines, I just wanted to go there to, I guess, see things through till the end of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we were yesterday, a 'few' of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time,&amp;nbsp;we had some friends around us, and some faces.&lt;br /&gt;We have little idea on what's coming, we're not so inspired anymore I think, but excited, yes we are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four years have been incredible and unbelievable. &lt;br /&gt;I have watched the transformations myself - from high school grads to college grads, but more&amp;nbsp;important than the degree, we've all grown really fast in these last 4 years&amp;nbsp;compared to&amp;nbsp;the 18 yrs before we got here. &lt;br /&gt;How this college can change lives doesn't need my imagination anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7143472102311421861?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7143472102311421861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7143472102311421861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7143472102311421861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7143472102311421861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/04/void.html' title='Metamorphosis'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-9024613636028325392</id><published>2011-04-11T23:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:13:57.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Getting Close</title><content type='html'>All right we're getting to the end of it now. I know I have kept away from this blog for major part of the year - basically I've been very aloof to almost everything. I dunno what this is, just a phase or something more permanent but lazy is not the word I would use to describe what I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now with a farewell something almost everyday, I realized I have been so oblivious to everything for the last few months. Since I barely felt anything I've had no confessions to make on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;And then today I realized all this is going to end soon, soon no matter what, I wont be @NITC to pen down &lt;a href="mailto:Confessions@NITC"&gt;Confessions@NITC&lt;/a&gt;!!! And now I wish I had come back to this space more often this past year. The blog's so empty...&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I still don't feel a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-9024613636028325392?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9024613636028325392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=9024613636028325392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/9024613636028325392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/9024613636028325392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-close.html' title='Getting Close'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8959838673084865931</id><published>2011-01-28T13:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:03:08.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alien Landing Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TUJvYEw4RPI/AAAAAAAABj8/ABtCohlCXsw/s1600/DSC03223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TUJvYEw4RPI/AAAAAAAABj8/ABtCohlCXsw/s400/DSC03223.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TUJweo8iKBI/AAAAAAAABkA/k9igywrQw30/s1600/DSC03225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TUJweo8iKBI/AAAAAAAABkA/k9igywrQw30/s400/DSC03225.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8959838673084865931?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8959838673084865931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8959838673084865931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8959838673084865931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8959838673084865931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/01/alien-landing-site.html' title='Alien Landing Site'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TUJvYEw4RPI/AAAAAAAABj8/ABtCohlCXsw/s72-c/DSC03223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-5777679978390584018</id><published>2011-01-27T20:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:25:20.277+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Strike ONE</title><content type='html'>Walking to college this morning,&amp;nbsp;I had just stepped outside the LH gates, when it hit me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping outside the LH gates is an amazing feeling, to me at least. &lt;br /&gt;LH is jail, no matter how many amazing friends I've made in here, coming back to LH after even&amp;nbsp;some of the best&amp;nbsp;days ever of my life ruins my mood. So you can only imagine what a thrilling feeling it must be to step outside those gates, every time!!&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I love about 'outside the LH gate' is that after stepping out, you gotta walk uphill 'round a not so gentle curve (in fact in the beginning of first year, I'd be tired by the time I was past this!!) and the whole time you'll be walking through this what I find really pretty canopy of greenery. And after that, especially around this&amp;nbsp;time of the year, the space on either side of the road is completely overgrown with flowers - pretty, wild and all over the place! This also happens to be the only thing I like about walking back to LH ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what hit me was that it really is gonna be over soon! And the only thing I actually regretted right at that moment was about missing out on the greenery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on the Rajpath, there were the dry leaves strewn all over the place and I&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;realized&lt;/span&gt; this was it - our last autumn here!! I've written so much about autumn on Rajpath on this very blog, and yes, I will so miss the sight of the Rajpath going red in this crazy crazy heat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my&amp;nbsp;God I have waited for college to get over forever, and now that it is&amp;nbsp;happening, I can't believe I'm actually having these kinda thoughts!! &lt;br /&gt;It's just that there's been such an unbelievable amount of so much squeezed into these last four years, I wish it was possible to save&amp;nbsp;every little moment in a time capsule!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-5777679978390584018?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5777679978390584018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=5777679978390584018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5777679978390584018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5777679978390584018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2011/01/strike-one.html' title='Strike ONE'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-4510880547434988784</id><published>2010-11-28T20:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:21:00.009+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>An Irked State of Mind</title><content type='html'>Haven't written in ages, ages I know. I haven't been feeling like writing lately, and now I think I know why.&lt;br /&gt;I started off writing about my feelings and experiences at college, but somewhere along the way, it kinda turned into some special events journal. And then after three years, the special events didn't really appear special anymore. &lt;br /&gt;And then I realized what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, a few hours away from my major project stage 1 evaluation., and I'm gonna speak exactly what's on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S7 is kind of over, except for the final showdown tomorrow. The campus is empty like a Sunday afternoon. Five more months of college to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know next to nothing about my major project.&amp;nbsp; Thank God I got placed before this whole fiasco started!&lt;br /&gt;Ummm I don't really have anything to talk about, nor am I in the mood to make small talk. I'm very irritated, tired and sleep deprived. All I wanna do is somehow make it past noon, tomorrow and then, two weeks of..my last vacation??&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!! That's kinda my only disappointment about starting to work - no more summer breaks, term breaks etc.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm supposed to be working on giving our presentation for tomorrow it's final touches but I so do not feel like it! And I guess to avoid that, I turned to the thing I've been avoiding for quite some time now - writing a post!&lt;br /&gt;Damn I have heardly written at all this semester. It was a pretty boring semester for me, apart from the two week break in-between, but what followed after coming back to college took away whatever little joy we'd managed in those two weeks. Apart from that, there were all the usual events of monsoon semester, for the last time for me. &lt;br /&gt;Starting with Onam -I'm gonna miss the payasam, that's it :P&lt;br /&gt;Then Ganesh chaturathi, lol I'll miss getting the best dress awards at college dance nights I guess ;)&lt;br /&gt;And diwali - college brought a whole new meaning of 'diwali'&amp;nbsp;to me. Each year's been special; in fact, the last year was the least, with all our seniors gone. &lt;br /&gt;Tathva was an unexpected surprise. We had a fire-show, live in our college by a group from the Czech Republic, and&amp;nbsp;without any doubt, it was the most amazing thing I've ever seen live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the 'fun' we had this semester. The labs and drawing classes totally deprived us of the joys of 'only four theory papers'! Hopefully we'll finally get to take a breath next sem, before we step out into...the world...big, bad or whateer, I don't really kno yet! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll sign off for tonight now; gotta finish off all the work for tomorrow. And I promise promise promise I'll post tomorrow bout how everything went :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-4510880547434988784?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4510880547434988784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4510880547434988784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4510880547434988784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4510880547434988784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/11/irked-state-of-mind.html' title='An Irked State of Mind'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2758704463339382036</id><published>2010-10-24T18:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:21:24.009+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Beaver-Lite</title><content type='html'>I got lucky yet again!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMQqDddV1FI/AAAAAAAABiw/ghpg_BKD_G8/s1600/DSC03024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMQqDddV1FI/AAAAAAAABiw/ghpg_BKD_G8/s400/DSC03024.JPG" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMQqfVOer5I/AAAAAAAABi0/TDeKfJX5o3Y/s1600/DSC03027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMQqfVOer5I/AAAAAAAABi0/TDeKfJX5o3Y/s400/DSC03027.JPG" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2758704463339382036?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2758704463339382036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2758704463339382036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2758704463339382036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2758704463339382036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/10/beaver-lite.html' title='Beaver-Lite'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMQqDddV1FI/AAAAAAAABiw/ghpg_BKD_G8/s72-c/DSC03024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8608078711802349309</id><published>2010-10-21T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:46:03.093+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='worms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Worm Eye</title><content type='html'>Except for the ones that&amp;nbsp;drop onto my head, I guess I have a pretty good eye for worms and bugs. After all, I spotted this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMBmPCXUDWI/AAAAAAAABh8/VaRDM6pGHqM/s1600/DSC03010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMBmPCXUDWI/AAAAAAAABh8/VaRDM6pGHqM/s1600/DSC03010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMBmz2xlF0I/AAAAAAAABiA/mgVQxI9u9XA/s1600/DSC03011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMBmz2xlF0I/AAAAAAAABiA/mgVQxI9u9XA/s1600/DSC03011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMBnBhmt5_I/AAAAAAAABiE/IUM4xkuDNEE/s1600/DSC03012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMBnBhmt5_I/AAAAAAAABiE/IUM4xkuDNEE/s1600/DSC03012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8608078711802349309?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8608078711802349309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8608078711802349309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8608078711802349309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8608078711802349309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/10/worm-eye.html' title='Worm Eye'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TMBmPCXUDWI/AAAAAAAABh8/VaRDM6pGHqM/s72-c/DSC03010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-5697855831988644074</id><published>2010-10-17T16:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-17T16:36:03.260+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jungle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>The Pilloo Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.momsnetwork.com/kids/coloring/animals/worm1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="165" src="http://www.momsnetwork.com/kids/coloring/animals/worm1.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is what happened to me yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during the day, a pilloo (worm) must have jumped onto my hair from some tree or something. &lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was sitting in bed, reading a book and suddenly the worm slid down my hair and onto my shoulder. I thought it must be a big insect and just flicked it. And then I realised it was a worm and that too, had landed on its back on the ground and it was just so yuck!&lt;br /&gt;But that didn't kill my laziness. I finished eating the chocolate I was eating, finished reading the chapter I was reading and only then did I get up to throw that thing outta my room :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-5697855831988644074?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5697855831988644074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=5697855831988644074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5697855831988644074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5697855831988644074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/10/pilloo-story.html' title='The Pilloo Story'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-94738882296858879</id><published>2010-09-15T22:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:15:56.794+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>Not So Cool</title><content type='html'>Hello there. Long time again. And no I haven't been lazy. Whoever said final year is cool, my whole week goes in lab records and drawing sheets and weekends go by in the usual boring trips to the city and oh yea lots of just lazing around but not sleeping. So ultimately I still feel sleep-deprived and busy all the time!&lt;br /&gt;So on things that have been up with me, there was our last Ganesh Chaturathi in college last weekend, and it was quite some fun. And oh oh before that was our last Onam too. Damn that was ages ago, now I realise I haven't posted in, well, ages!&lt;br /&gt;And there have been placements. Loads and more. &lt;br /&gt;And awesome weather. Finally the rains are here like first year, the way I like them.&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the student body elections this Sunday, followed by loads of action! &lt;br /&gt;And, I'm a little bored coz of having to spend a hell lot of time just by myself :( Sometimes I wanna get out of here really fast although time does seem to be flying by even faster in final year and hey I just realised, when I get done with this college, there can be no more &lt;a href="mailto:Confessions@NITC"&gt;Confessions@NITC&lt;/a&gt;. It's so soon compared to school which took forever to be over, and what am I gonna write about after college! Who'll wanna read about..well, I can't yet imagine what I'm gonna write about after college!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-94738882296858879?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/94738882296858879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=94738882296858879' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/94738882296858879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/94738882296858879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/09/not-so-cool.html' title='Not So Cool'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-3609442668285339372</id><published>2010-08-13T22:05:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:25:33.517+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Electric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group discussions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Instruments'/><title type='text'>Striking Gold</title><content type='html'>Ahoy folks! I'm back after way more than 30 min though I don't think anyone really missed me here :P&lt;br /&gt;So back to the placement story, as promised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGV1zJMQ6kI/AAAAAAAABfo/VNh18YBMEA4/s1600/Miner-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGV1zJMQ6kI/AAAAAAAABfo/VNh18YBMEA4/s200/Miner-5.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Placements started next Thursday, July 29 with General Electric. As I walked into the jampacked Bhaskara, I was surprised to discover how neat and tidy my batchmates were capable of being; anything for money I figured ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The recruiters were an hour late ,spent another hour showing us a very friggin boring ppt, and then arrogantly announced they only needed mechanical M.Techs and the rest could leave! I choose to not comment here&amp;nbsp;any further on the episode but feel free to catch any one of us who went there for uncensored reactions ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So that's how campus recruitments started for the NITC EEE class o' 2011..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Two days later was Texas Instruments. I went with zero preparations because&amp;nbsp;I figured&amp;nbsp;the only way to not be in the top ten and get a good job (read awesome pay) easily was by studying C++. However, I thought the paper was damn easy - my class toppers were dumb-struck when they heard me say that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And well, they were right. I didn't get through. And wasn't the least bit disappointed.&amp;nbsp;And the first person I told gave me his hearty congratulations!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;By this time, I was totally freaking out. I was absolutely convinced I didn't have a chance till atleast the top ten from all the circuit branches were out of the picture and that depressed me even more for the last firm I wanted to get into was Deloitte&amp;amp;Touche, which was in six days (hence no chance in that one either) and I didn't even want to know what was coming after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;However, before that&amp;nbsp;ultimate doomsday I already had an&amp;nbsp;absolutely clear image&amp;nbsp;of in my mind arrived, there was Goldman Sachs on Monday, August 2. Sometime right after coming into NITC, I had seen a big poster of GS, checked it out and decided I was going to slide to&amp;nbsp;Computer Science by&amp;nbsp;the end of first year and&amp;nbsp;get placed in GS by the time I started final year. Dreams!! August 3 is my birthday and&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;kept coming up with absolutely&amp;nbsp;crazy ideas to go out&amp;nbsp;that day and keep myself busy to stay cheerful for atleast that one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;August 2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So Monday finally dawned, we had to get out from the middle of drawing class for the written round and I felt like an absolute moron wearing formals to drawing class which involved traversing nearly the entire campus and everybody now knew I was going for placements and everybody would then know when they saw me again dressed in formals that I didn't get placed! :( Plus I was already so sick of those clothes and attending ppts, I had almost decided on giving up on placements after that week and totally focussing on TOEFL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The recruiters arrived not too late and by the end of their presentation, everybody wanted to be a NAPA! I tried hard not to get my hopes up. I had&amp;nbsp;met most of the people who mattered but rarely met,&amp;nbsp;on&amp;nbsp;the way to the test and during the test too, I was seated around&amp;nbsp;some of&amp;nbsp;my favorite people.&amp;nbsp;The written test was unbelievably long - aptitude and coding;&amp;nbsp;my seniors' advices seemed to have been customised for this test.&amp;nbsp;My favorite part was the essay, where I could be myself and wrote stuff I never knew I was capable of coming up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Back to my room, there was disappointment, depression, tears; but no fear. I felt like a sunken ship - there was nothing to save.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGV3e5puMXI/AAAAAAAABf4/0TOf9hOuJ3s/s1600/joe_miner_umr_lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGV3e5puMXI/AAAAAAAABf4/0TOf9hOuJ3s/s200/joe_miner_umr_lg.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around 10 pm, my PR texted me to be at TnP with my resume next morming at 8:30. Bloody bastards I thought, they were gonna call us there and then tell us who they were rejecting, like TI had done. I went to tell that to my friends and they told me the short-listed names were already out for the other depts. Even more annoyed, I called up my PR and whoopie!! I had received that text at all coz I'd been shortlisted. Now atleast I could really smile at midnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But I was exhausted coz of all the tension and little food; funnily all my b'day balloons read 'congratulations' and my friends continued to maintain I was just meant to get placed on my b'day (according to a trend started by one other guy&amp;nbsp;from my state!). I couldn't sleep and when&amp;nbsp;I finally did, mom called me to wish me&amp;nbsp;and &amp;nbsp;after that, there was no sleeping. I'd had barely an hour of sleep but I was neither sleepy, nor hungry, or anything. I jus got dressed, got some hugs and went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;August 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Out at TnP, it was a crazy day. With my cell phone switched off, I didn't even remember it was my b'day. We all sat around a big table, holding our breaths each time there was a shortlist and we went on the the next round. Each time I only managed a 'wow' to myself. After clearing the case study and a round of interview, two more rounds - the PR informed us. But when I walked into the interview room, they warmly welcomed me to the 'final round'. I was stunned. And my last was an understatement. And they could see it.&lt;/div&gt;Anyways I had to recover quickly. There was nothing to lose, as they said. I was almost in a daze and I mostly remember telling them what I didn't know! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGV2JR42InI/AAAAAAAABfw/LfI2yUUHHQ8/s1600/Miner_with_a_Wheelbarrow_Full_of_Gold_clipart_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGV2JR42InI/AAAAAAAABfw/LfI2yUUHHQ8/s200/Miner_with_a_Wheelbarrow_Full_of_Gold_clipart_image.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that, everyone was called down and made to sit in the reception area. Most people were saying their own silent prayers. I had wasted the entire day at TnP with no phone calls, no food and no hopes and was telling God that since he'd brought me this far, just one more little step shouldn't be too much for Him! ;) After a looooong wait, when they finally came out, the power was out. So sir suggested we go outside, but it was raining! Another 'sign' I felt. We all huddled under the porch; and their HR executive held up the final list and read aloud: Trisha Singha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I was stunned for atleast the third time that day and this one caused some really serious brain damage I think-I've been&amp;nbsp;lazy and sleepy and late for class ever since ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So that was the best day of my life, my best birthday ever and the day I struck gold&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-3609442668285339372?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3609442668285339372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=3609442668285339372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3609442668285339372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3609442668285339372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/striking-gold.html' title='Striking Gold'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGV1zJMQ6kI/AAAAAAAABfo/VNh18YBMEA4/s72-c/Miner-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-464129560024639490</id><published>2010-08-10T16:12:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-10T17:09:08.930+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Electric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='registration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas Instruments'/><title type='text'>Rain, Shine, Blue skies and my sleepy head!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGEumsd2e6I/AAAAAAAABfI/LtlGjrSau5g/s1600/beach_umbrella_2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGEumsd2e6I/AAAAAAAABfI/LtlGjrSau5g/s200/beach_umbrella_2.gif" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hey hey hey everyone, I know this time I have crossed the limits of laziness and everything else. I have been &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; lazy!&amp;nbsp;So I gotta fill you in on everything that's been up with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so I got back to college after a freaking long summer, so long that I didn't even like it anymore! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A lotta excitement in the train, for there was a whole war going on in college for single rooms for the final years which had been denied last moment, less than a week before college was opening. Apparently people went sat outside the administrative block to protest. I missed it all because I was still in the train. That saved me the trouble of shifting to the newly allotted rooms and then back to the initially allotted ones with all the luggage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGE3iuCrvOI/AAAAAAAABfY/xnCdUh9z3Vw/s1600/5704-Woman-Pulling-A-Heavy-Bag-Clipart-Illustration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" mx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGE3iuCrvOI/AAAAAAAABfY/xnCdUh9z3Vw/s200/5704-Woman-Pulling-A-Heavy-Bag-Clipart-Illustration.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about luggage, I just couldn't figure why my bags were so freaking heavy! Even my tall, strong friends complained this time! Add to that my sprained neck (did I tell you about my car crash this summer?) and I ended up spending a fortune on the porters. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Back to college, first day was nightmare - registration! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;With only one ATM working and the whole college wanting to pay up that day while only the final years really needed to, there&amp;nbsp;was a&amp;nbsp;war&amp;nbsp;between the final years, some girls who believed they should get to go first&amp;nbsp;and the rest!! There was a big line outside the ATM and a crowd so big inside it that it seemed like the walls of the ATM would give away; and then there was the heat, the sweat, the stench,&amp;nbsp;and all that! Someone compared the machine to&amp;nbsp;a gang-bang and&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;view&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;the outside&amp;nbsp;was pretty convincing :P&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGEx22BKBUI/AAAAAAAABfQ/XsGnrIas7bo/s1600/atm-problems.gif" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGEx22BKBUI/AAAAAAAABfQ/XsGnrIas7bo/s320/atm-problems.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I got my turn after spending some 3-4 hours in the line, with a couple of final years blocking the ATM entrance so that we could register before the day ended!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;While still in the ATM line, we got texts with guess..placement offers! Starting with Texas Instruments and General Electric. They were coming to campus in a week! and we had to give in our names immediately and attend a talk that evening. Suddenly there was excitement and something to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After the ATM, the rest of the process was pretty quick this time, a BIG surprise yea!! Yet I had to run to and fro a couple of times for after 2 years of registering very efficiently and all by myself, I was unbelievably messed up this time and kept forgetting one document or the other!&lt;/div&gt;The placement talk was damn boring and we had to run back at 7 for we still have the curfew :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGE6PPrL4mI/AAAAAAAABfg/iyN_00Xoq_A/s1600/cartons_LQ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGE6PPrL4mI/AAAAAAAABfg/iyN_00Xoq_A/s320/cartons_LQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then I had a room to clean and cartons to shift, all by myself. By next morning, my neck pain was back in its full spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so that was day one, S7 @ NITC. The major thing that's been up since that day has been 'placements' and I'll write all about it in my next post, which will be up in another half an hour I guess ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-464129560024639490?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/464129560024639490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=464129560024639490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/464129560024639490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/464129560024639490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/08/rain-shine-blue-skies-and-my-sleepy.html' title='Rain, Shine, Blue skies and my sleepy head!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/TGEumsd2e6I/AAAAAAAABfI/LtlGjrSau5g/s72-c/beach_umbrella_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7977353124279027301</id><published>2010-07-10T21:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-10T22:07:19.766+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Prologue to Final Year</title><content type='html'>Hey people!!! LOoooong time, I know. And that's coz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have been lazy! Plain and simple!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;It's been a long summer, and like the end of every summer since I got into college, I'm dying to go back and I don't wanna go back!! And if you're from NITC, you had better know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so it is finally final year! Not that it took too long, only three years since it seemed soooo far away.&lt;br /&gt;Man I hated first year like crazy! I hated college and everything else about it!&lt;br /&gt;But maybe the rest of college would not have been the same if first year hadn't been so horrible! And even though it was that horrible, everyone i know wanted to be back for second year by the end of summer. And we have really fond memories from first year we never wanna forget.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can talk bout memories another time, coz we're talking about the beginning of a new year here; we'll talk about memories next summer. And wow, after a long time, my blogpost sounds anything like 'confessions' :P&lt;br /&gt;So, there's only a week to go. I feel excited. I feel nostalgic. I look forward to it. I miss some things that ain't anymore. I feel nervous, coz we're about to find out what the rest of our lives&amp;nbsp;are gonna be about. I hope this year turns out to be the icing on the cake-the amazing unforgettable &lt;a href="mailto:life@NITC"&gt;life@NITC&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;There's still things I don't like about college, but there are other things. Things that make a part of me belong here forever, things&amp;nbsp;that are gonna&amp;nbsp;make memories&amp;nbsp;from these four years last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, I have a new blog. &lt;a href="http://trishadreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Dream Journal!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7977353124279027301?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7977353124279027301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7977353124279027301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7977353124279027301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7977353124279027301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/07/hey-people-looooong-time-i-know.html' title='Prologue to Final Year'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-1853998548542201564</id><published>2010-04-20T22:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:01:53.572+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Scribbles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S83WPqlfIWI/AAAAAAAABdA/eYgfTm0yUb8/s1600/Elf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S83WPqlfIWI/AAAAAAAABdA/eYgfTm0yUb8/s320/Elf.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S83WVfDnfFI/AAAAAAAABdI/092pNbg-4LI/s1600/Stuke012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S83WVfDnfFI/AAAAAAAABdI/092pNbg-4LI/s320/Stuke012.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S83WanmgcgI/AAAAAAAABdQ/L2ORzXDL45I/s1600/Stuke013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S83WanmgcgI/AAAAAAAABdQ/L2ORzXDL45I/s320/Stuke013.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;When we moved into our current room two years ago, this is what you'd see if you looked outside the window - a lovely sight.&amp;nbsp;Barely&amp;nbsp;any sunshine could get through all this foliage; felt like we were living right in the jungle!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S7dhqXzMLjI/AAAAAAAABbI/od0EBAh_ABM/s1600/DSC00514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S7dhqXzMLjI/AAAAAAAABbI/od0EBAh_ABM/s400/DSC00514.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soon however, the trees within the LH campus were brought down. That made me really angry at first but soon it was fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There was some problem with our fan and they took it away for almost the entire semester. But it was never that hot, we never needed to sleep in another room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S8CBqbEJb6I/AAAAAAAABbw/k7lZu4Y2oiM/s1600/DSC00646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S8CBqbEJb6I/AAAAAAAABbw/k7lZu4Y2oiM/s400/DSC00646.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Beginning of this year (2010), they came up with the plan for a new hostel for the gals (something they should have done a long long time ago for there is a serious lack of space in here). And this is the transition that has take place in the last month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S8CD1kdXC6I/AAAAAAAABb4/2Z-cF0qcRqs/s1600/DSC02352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S8CD1kdXC6I/AAAAAAAABb4/2Z-cF0qcRqs/s400/DSC02352.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S8CEMCg0Y4I/AAAAAAAABcA/tgMaOrmfZSI/s1600/DSC02348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S8CEMCg0Y4I/AAAAAAAABcA/tgMaOrmfZSI/s400/DSC02348.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By last week, all that could be seen was barren red soil. And the glare of the sun was so intense even through the tinted glass that the blinds had to be kept down from as early as eight in the morning till atleast five in the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S8CFB6o7BlI/AAAAAAAABcI/aoSwOexx_GU/s1600/DSC02358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S8CFB6o7BlI/AAAAAAAABcI/aoSwOexx_GU/s400/DSC02358.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And tell you what, that was a luxury. For this is what&amp;nbsp;it looks like&amp;nbsp;outside my window now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S8CGLDYysOI/AAAAAAAABcQ/scA4KgoVhC4/s1600/DSC02363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S8CGLDYysOI/AAAAAAAABcQ/scA4KgoVhC4/s400/DSC02363.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-3554624514405935282?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3554624514405935282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=3554624514405935282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3554624514405935282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3554624514405935282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-we-moved-into-our-current-room-two.html' title='Outside my window!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S7dhqXzMLjI/AAAAAAAABbI/od0EBAh_ABM/s72-c/DSC00514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8393977714401023325</id><published>2010-04-01T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:07:00.558+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S5-oPxz1PpI/AAAAAAAABaA/O4Of0wSp78g/s1600-h/Image085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S5-oPxz1PpI/AAAAAAAABaA/O4Of0wSp78g/s400/Image085.jpg" vt="true" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2685437968432470310?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2685437968432470310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2685437968432470310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2685437968432470310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2685437968432470310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-popular-demandthe-blessed-rajpath.html' title='On popular demand....The Blessed Rajpath!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S5-scgLi_0I/AAAAAAAABaw/u9sRXV37HYE/s72-c/Image084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-4875884849589776451</id><published>2010-03-11T17:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:07:06.526+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='machines lab'/><title type='text'>End of a ...</title><content type='html'>Tired, exhausted, dehydrated yet sweating profusely, hair matted with sweat, he looked up and screamed over the hum of the roaring machine - "1407". &lt;br /&gt;I dropped my (pink barbie princesses) pencil and my lab record and raised my hands in victory, big grin on my face :D And he gave a tired smile.&lt;br /&gt;Thw was our last reading and we had finally conquered Machines Lab, which always looks more like a garage to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered, am I supposed to feel sad about this getting over? &lt;br /&gt;Coz as far as the trend goes, whenever something comes to an end, people lament and say good things about it, like how much fun and how amazing it was and how much they're gonna miss it, though the world knows how much they hated it when that thing used to be (alive or on, whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was just wondering, what nice thing can I say about this lab? &lt;br /&gt;Did I have a nice time here? Certainly a better time than electronics lab! &lt;br /&gt;And the best part, I never fainted in this lab ;)&lt;br /&gt;Plus we had a really nice water cooler, and I could waste up to ten minutes under the pretext of feeling thirsty. I'm sure others managed more!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I looked behind our table. There were all these huge machines we had never even heard of. I recognized a lathe machine and this weird and huge drilling machine. &lt;br /&gt;Am I curious about them? Am I gonna regret never having to I dunno, getting to look at those big machines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaah! I'm done here. :D &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to miss here. Will be back in a few weeks for the test though, but for now, the 'garage' looks gray and gloomy. Just like a garage!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-4875884849589776451?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4875884849589776451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4875884849589776451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4875884849589776451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4875884849589776451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/end-of.html' title='End of a ...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8450623791929359670</id><published>2010-03-04T22:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:43:58.831+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='microsoft'/><title type='text'>Google Fantasies</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I realised today, I'm turning into a Google mania of sorts, and that too when I don't even like Google, I mean it's not allowed for I always wanted to end up in Microsoft though that may never happen now&amp;nbsp;and anyways I use Bing most of the time; but all day, I find myself thinking, when the net comes at 2, 'I'm gonna google this and I'm gonna google that' though by the time it's 2, I forget what I had thought about and even if I do remember, I bing it!&lt;br /&gt;But the issue isn't Google or Bing, the issue is since the realization dawned on me, I've been&amp;nbsp;wondering if I'm getting closer to the definition of&amp;nbsp;a freak! &lt;br /&gt;The problem isn't with being a freak, there should be something worth (my definition and notions of worth) being a freak, and Google or even Bing for that matter just ain't those kinda things :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8450623791929359670?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8450623791929359670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8450623791929359670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8450623791929359670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8450623791929359670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/03/google-fantasies.html' title='Google Fantasies'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-422103098071451034</id><published>2010-02-25T20:31:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:48:16.855+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rajpath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>Fall @ Rajpath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happens a little later than the rest of the country but all the same, better later than never - it's one of the few things I look forward to each year, also this signifies the beginning of two months of killing heat :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So it's already happening for this year and I dunno about the rest of the campus but disaster's already struck LH with our well going dry, heaven knows what's in store for us this year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways, for now, check out the campus with whatever I could manage with my phone camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Special thanks to Nokia, for making an awesome phone with a pretty good camera (so good that you can still get pictures like these after I damaged the lens right in first semester!) &lt;br /&gt;and Inos for getting me hooked to Picasa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S35xlR25TLI/AAAAAAAABY0/jEePlemLPG4/s1600-h/white-lilies-by-sherrill-knaggs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S35xlR25TLI/AAAAAAAABY0/jEePlemLPG4/s320/white-lilies-by-sherrill-knaggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt"&gt;RIP &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;the nine souls who deserved to walk out of that bakery with lovely smiles and memories of a lovely evening and be here with us today,alive just as much as we do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8287511269075868668?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8287511269075868668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8287511269075868668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8287511269075868668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8287511269075868668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/cursed-red.html' title='The cursed RED'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S35xlR25TLI/AAAAAAAABY0/jEePlemLPG4/s72-c/white-lilies-by-sherrill-knaggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8302471471329412433</id><published>2010-02-13T09:40:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:33:04.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S3a9p3tAlkI/AAAAAAAABYU/5Q6TzR-76N4/s1600-h/Red%2520Flowers_jpgx400x400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S3a9p3tAlkI/AAAAAAAABYU/5Q6TzR-76N4/s320/Red%2520Flowers_jpgx400x400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The color of the moment is red; the color of speed and passion; the color of life; and ah yes, the color of love. The wide expanse of emotions the color red arouses in us is indescribable – intense and conflicting. Red also symbolizes anger and violence. Yet it’s about love, the silly teddy holding a silly red heart that says something silly.&lt;br /&gt;And that tiny red hot Honda, speeding along the awesome drive by the sea. Or Ferrari, if that’s your style. &lt;br /&gt;The red crowd screaming for Manchester United, and it still makes one think of David Beckham, it’s all about the color red, the color of passion; it’s about standing for what you believe in.&lt;br /&gt;It's also about every man in the house when Shakira swings to 'Hips Don't Lie'! The color of dreams and fantasies&lt;br /&gt;For the moment, the color of hopes and expectations, in a million hearts around the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8302471471329412433?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8302471471329412433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8302471471329412433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8302471471329412433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8302471471329412433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/red.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S3a9p3tAlkI/AAAAAAAABYU/5Q6TzR-76N4/s72-c/Red%2520Flowers_jpgx400x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-4352933568656369116</id><published>2010-02-09T22:46:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:51:55.277+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rajpath'/><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>Something very close to my heart had been missing from college this sem:&lt;br /&gt;It was time for the trees along the Rajpath to go red. The slight hint that it is indeed winter in the northern hemisphere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S3GWAU4lZ9I/AAAAAAAABXc/BonWOffaNXI/s1600-h/Image064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S3GWAU4lZ9I/AAAAAAAABXc/BonWOffaNXI/s400/Image064.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it usually happened by January here, atleast on the Rajpath!&lt;br /&gt;But this time, it came only after I started missing it; when I thought maybe it wasn't happening this year (I know, impossible, but anything is possible here!) at the end of last week, I realised a few trees were finally getting a red tinge.&lt;br /&gt;And today morning, was like my christmas present:&lt;br /&gt;The Rajpath strewn with dry leaves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,&lt;br /&gt;Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,&lt;br /&gt;Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Ragam, this is&amp;nbsp;one time when Rajpath looks better than when you come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-4352933568656369116?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4352933568656369116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4352933568656369116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4352933568656369116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4352933568656369116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/02/fall.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S3GWAU4lZ9I/AAAAAAAABXc/BonWOffaNXI/s72-c/Image064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-5211136639105660332</id><published>2010-01-31T11:27:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:09:19.685+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jiggly Wiggly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sitting in class the other day, I suddenly became very grossly aware of around fifty sets of toes peeping at each other below our seats. (ugh!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2Uewrc2VJI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ZKxry2nidJE/s1600-h/feet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="286" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2Uewrc2VJI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ZKxry2nidJE/s320/feet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Calicut is a hot hot hot place, so close to the equator and the only air-conditioned places accessible to everyone on campus being the CC and the ATM(!!), except for the tricals and the mech dudes who gotta pack their&amp;nbsp;pinkies two afternoons&amp;nbsp;a week, most seem to prefer to&amp;nbsp;have their's peeking at the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2UStlcWMOI/AAAAAAAABTI/zDlspRileYk/s1600-h/smfoot04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2UStlcWMOI/AAAAAAAABTI/zDlspRileYk/s200/smfoot04.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So in a boring boring class, when everything else in the world seemed more interesting than the fact that the world's first HVDC line was between Gotland and Sweden!,&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I realised everyone except me had jiggly wiggly tiny toes peeping out from the front end of their footwear. And since most people drastically lose their appetites after coming to college, after three years most toes were thin, long and sun-tanned; desperately in need of these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2Ulf0HRlEI/AAAAAAAABVw/YVbQlOhNZH8/s1600-h/shoe.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2Ulf0HRlEI/AAAAAAAABVw/YVbQlOhNZH8/s640/shoe.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2Uj91a92AI/AAAAAAAABVg/YGYzuzEpWaM/s1600-h/food.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2Uj91a92AI/AAAAAAAABVg/YGYzuzEpWaM/s640/food.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once again, can't blame them, I agree its too hot here, plus too painful I guess with the never ending classes in S6, eee but&amp;nbsp;sometimes, it makes me feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2UblFseCoI/AAAAAAAABUY/hOZD4zzDqyk/s1600-h/eww.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2UblFseCoI/AAAAAAAABUY/hOZD4zzDqyk/s320/eww.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-5211136639105660332?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5211136639105660332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=5211136639105660332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5211136639105660332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5211136639105660332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/jiggly-wiggly.html' title='Jiggly Wiggly'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S2Uewrc2VJI/AAAAAAAABVQ/ZKxry2nidJE/s72-c/feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2604744224973147985</id><published>2010-01-16T09:20:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:37:38.337+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solar eclipse'/><title type='text'>From my very humble DSC-W35</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S1E5Tx3Jf4I/AAAAAAAABSw/z7jaD-wL6f0/s1600-h/DSC02276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S1E5Tx3Jf4I/AAAAAAAABSw/z7jaD-wL6f0/s640/DSC02276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‎15 ‎January ‎2010, ‏‎13:23:50 IST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S1E5j0qzpgI/AAAAAAAABTA/ShEqGx3EwOg/s1600-h/DSC02281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S1E5j0qzpgI/AAAAAAAABTA/ShEqGx3EwOg/s640/DSC02281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‎15 ‎January ‎2010, ‏‎13:24:26 IST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S1E5eJuDeTI/AAAAAAAABS4/gXQlrzh7LXQ/s1600-h/DSC02277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S1E5eJuDeTI/AAAAAAAABS4/gXQlrzh7LXQ/s640/DSC02277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‎15 ‎January ‎2010, ‏‎13:25:42 IST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2604744224973147985?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2604744224973147985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2604744224973147985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2604744224973147985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2604744224973147985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2010/01/from-my-very-humble-dsc-w35.html' title='From my very humble DSC-W35'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/S1E5Tx3Jf4I/AAAAAAAABSw/z7jaD-wL6f0/s72-c/DSC02276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-9070465125830794603</id><published>2009-12-23T15:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:04:19.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Feels like home..</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, 2:00 pm, Simulation Lab:&lt;br /&gt;As I slipped into my seat among the rows and rows of PCs, an amazingly familiar feeling came rushing back to me. &lt;br /&gt;It's been nearly three years since my last web-technology class at school, which would be the last time since I stepped into a software lab or something like that. Alright we do have the CC, but CC is different, it doesn't have the same feel.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I could say about my web-tech class, I guess a never loved a class more but well, most of whoever reads this will probably be from college so no point going on and on about it. &lt;br /&gt;But well, something felt nice. Like home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-9070465125830794603?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9070465125830794603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=9070465125830794603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/9070465125830794603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/9070465125830794603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/feels-like-home.html' title='Feels like home..'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2295847297702010470</id><published>2009-12-15T20:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:58:41.951+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>After a long time, like a long long time, I'm looking forward to a movie. &lt;br /&gt;And even though I know I won't get to see it before I get home for summer, which will again be a little while, I love the trailer enough. &lt;br /&gt;And this is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jSS-QPdiiiY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jSS-QPdiiiY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2295847297702010470?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2295847297702010470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2295847297702010470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2295847297702010470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2295847297702010470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/12/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-9130669849722882953</id><published>2009-11-28T23:28:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:30:01.296+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>The Grudge 4: The Antapisode</title><content type='html'>I've had a long, tiring (make that stupidly tiring), pathetic and painful day.&lt;br /&gt;Started with me waking up early to study IC!! And that wasn't the painful part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chose this t-shirt which had been drying on the line for the last two days, and after putting it on, realised it was full of ants! Took it off, shook it just once and the whole bathroom floor was full of ants! &lt;br /&gt;Apparently they had tight-rope walked over the clothesline, and gathered in my t-shirt for their round-table conference 2009 chapter or some goddamn reason I don't even wanna understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so that sent me back into the shower for the second time (two hours before the IC end-semester exam, trust me that is not the best way to pass time!). I was furious at the ants!!&lt;br /&gt;And I saw for the first time in my life what ant-bites really look like. And learnt that they hurt a lot more than mosquito bites :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SxFsaGgw0zI/AAAAAAAABQg/kf2S6QoOaWs/s1600/ant_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409223823129105202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SxFsaGgw0zI/AAAAAAAABQg/kf2S6QoOaWs/s400/ant_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it then, that I don't think once before killing a mosquito, and often end up going out of my way to save ants from dying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day, I kept getting the feeling of ants crawling up my neck or arms! The IC test was pathetic, worse than I had expected it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I realised my towel was full of ants.&lt;br /&gt;And I was painfully aware for the rest of the day of the ants strolling around my table, but like I said, I have no idea why I am so kind to them, I just let them be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time, there was just one ant going in circles around my plate, but it made me furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, at the end of the day, I found a book that seemed interesting and settled down in bed with it and realised my bed was full of ants now! That did it. That was 'the' limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved my table, moved my bed, took a broom and got rid of my 18-month collection of dust, spider webs, dead insects and long-lost and forgotten items from far under my bed. And then took that chalk thing you get to keep ants at bay, and put it everywhere I have ever seen an ant stroll in my part of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered the clothesline, and went to check out its end. And there, at the end, was a whole bunch of ants, waiting for some auspicious moment to start their trek I suppose!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I put chalk along the line. Right now, all I care about is an ant-free zone.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I was done with the de-antification, and sat down on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I realised I had something in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;It was an ant!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-9130669849722882953?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9130669849722882953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=9130669849722882953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/9130669849722882953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/9130669849722882953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/grudge-4-antapisode.html' title='The Grudge 4: The Antapisode'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SxFsaGgw0zI/AAAAAAAABQg/kf2S6QoOaWs/s72-c/ant_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7333137689780370902</id><published>2009-11-26T20:42:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:32:38.580+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>For your eyes only! :P</title><content type='html'>I don't think I can finish a semester without posting any of my wildlife photography ;)&lt;br /&gt;So here's them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Beautiful to the point of being majestic &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6ctKj3bQI/AAAAAAAABPo/Bf_PvnMVYHI/s1600/DSC01701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408432502261378306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6ctKj3bQI/AAAAAAAABPo/Bf_PvnMVYHI/s400/DSC01701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6bewwySWI/AAAAAAAABPg/7ydNyYnZXKs/s1600/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6be9cDMKI/AAAAAAAABPY/IVRRWecAWIc/s1600/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Though these kitties are a nuisance in our hostel, this one looked just too cute curled up at our hostel steps on a cold morning.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6ev7aaolI/AAAAAAAABQI/fzWN-gBGELs/s1600/Image054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408434748758073938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6ev7aaolI/AAAAAAAABQI/fzWN-gBGELs/s400/Image054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ok, this one..is prety wtv! :D &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6ecvEmxeI/AAAAAAAABQA/udAtma1k1rA/s1600/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408434419027854818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6ecvEmxeI/AAAAAAAABQA/udAtma1k1rA/s400/DSC01679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And I finally managed stills of this really strange bird I see sometimes sitting on the lines...from my very amazing (but damaged lens!) 'nokia mobile' ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6fGyVHFZI/AAAAAAAABQY/Qlm9U3e1W0w/s1600/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408435141456893330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6fGyVHFZI/AAAAAAAABQY/Qlm9U3e1W0w/s320/Image058.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6fGs7D5FI/AAAAAAAABQQ/kNp0Fg1VUAo/s1600/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408435140005454930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6fGs7D5FI/AAAAAAAABQQ/kNp0Fg1VUAo/s320/Image060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6eEyIL_uI/AAAAAAAABPw/yz4CV6b25Sc/s1600/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408434007531323106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6eEyIL_uI/AAAAAAAABPw/yz4CV6b25Sc/s320/Image055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7333137689780370902?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7333137689780370902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7333137689780370902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7333137689780370902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7333137689780370902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-think-i-can-finish-semester.html' title='For your eyes only! :P'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sw6ctKj3bQI/AAAAAAAABPo/Bf_PvnMVYHI/s72-c/DSC01701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8241918012058591400</id><published>2009-11-14T18:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:05:42.605+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nokia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scam'/><title type='text'>NOKIA MOBILE PROMO WINNER</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I won 200,000 GBP in some stupid something I never knew existed. lol.&lt;br /&gt;This is the mail I received:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;NOKIA MOBILE DRAW 2009&lt;br /&gt;NOKIA CO-OPERATION UNITED KINGDOM&lt;br /&gt;Nokia House. Summit Avenue Southwood&lt;br /&gt;Farnborough Hampshire GU14 0NAG.&lt;br /&gt;United Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Winner;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your E-mail has won 200, 000GBP in the UK NOKIA MOBILE PROMO2009. To claim your wining prize contact Dr.Graham with your full information. Send your Personal Information to him so that he will proceed further for your wining prize claim immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;Nokia Co-operation,&lt;br /&gt;United Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;drgrahamnokia@yahoo.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;Tel: +447031818712&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full name:...........................&lt;br /&gt;Address:............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Amount Won.............................&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth:.......................&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact Mobile Number.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Citizenship:........................&lt;br /&gt;Next Of Kin........................&lt;br /&gt;E-mail:...............................&lt;br /&gt;Sex:.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNNING:&lt;br /&gt;For security reasons, you are advised to keep your winning information CONFIDENTIAL to avoid double claim or impersonation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! once again Thank you for your Business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked around the internet and obviously, its just a stupid scam.&lt;br /&gt;So just beware if you come across something like this, its just junk :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8241918012058591400?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8241918012058591400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8241918012058591400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8241918012058591400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8241918012058591400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/11/nokia-mobile-promo-winner.html' title='NOKIA MOBILE PROMO WINNER'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6266170379616305573</id><published>2009-10-29T21:42:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:58:58.028+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>End of the lane!! :P</title><content type='html'>End of the semester, its sad, its sultry, its boring!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just seems so sad, dying over assignments which hardly are worth even five marks I bet, lab tests, project deadlines -  the stupidest part is that all the deadlines are at the end of the sem, when you'll realise you're stuck at a dead-end and there's no escape..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6266170379616305573?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6266170379616305573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6266170379616305573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6266170379616305573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6266170379616305573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-lane-p.html' title='End of the lane!! :P'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6717203424413076621</id><published>2009-10-07T07:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-07T18:52:39.075+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildflowers'/><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Looks like a beautiful morning.&lt;br /&gt;And outside my window, its full of wildflowers again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SsyV0A32USI/AAAAAAAABMo/E9udDQKz6Fw/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SsyV0A32USI/AAAAAAAABMo/E9udDQKz6Fw/s400/DSC01975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389847574875623714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6717203424413076621?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6717203424413076621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6717203424413076621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6717203424413076621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6717203424413076621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SsyV0A32USI/AAAAAAAABMo/E9udDQKz6Fw/s72-c/DSC01975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-1316612519226161895</id><published>2009-10-05T23:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:15:52.867+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insects'/><title type='text'>Ode to the amazing ants..</title><content type='html'>Long time no six-leggeds right? :P&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not like I forgot them, I ust haven't had the time, more like the mind to put them up here; so yea yea I'll find them and put them up here soon, but for now, check out my today's photography.&lt;br /&gt;Saw some ants carrying a big beautiful insect at the wash (the NITC analog of a wash basin) after lunch, alas by the time I rushed back to my room and got my cam, the insect was already in their lair! Pretty fast I must say..&lt;br /&gt;But I clicked away at the ants anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;hehe, the place isn't as bad as it looks here :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SsovMouQjWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/FHJiFqRsbUM/s1600-h/ant1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389171798238596450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SsovMouQjWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/FHJiFqRsbUM/s400/ant1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SsovNSvdBTI/AAAAAAAABMY/4PhEPBquTGA/s1600-h/ant2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389171809517897010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SsovNSvdBTI/AAAAAAAABMY/4PhEPBquTGA/s400/ant2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think this one's a beauty&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SsovN7zmYSI/AAAAAAAABMg/K-6E9lXpYfU/s1600-h/ant3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389171820541141282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SsovN7zmYSI/AAAAAAAABMg/K-6E9lXpYfU/s400/ant3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-1316612519226161895?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1316612519226161895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=1316612519226161895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/1316612519226161895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/1316612519226161895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/ode-to-amazing-ants.html' title='Ode to the amazing ants..'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SsovMouQjWI/AAAAAAAABMQ/FHJiFqRsbUM/s72-c/ant1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7414172751587601104</id><published>2009-10-03T11:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:00:26.391+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Come Clean</title><content type='html'>Its pouring @ NITC.&lt;br /&gt;Just like my first year, it's been raining forever since yesterday ;)&lt;br /&gt;Enough to kill the sad souls with gloom! and send a few scuttering for blankets and according to me, all of this, everything, just rocks!!&lt;br /&gt;Feels great, and the best part is..this isn't first year!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPnCOySQkH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WPnCOySQkH4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down, and wake my dreams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7414172751587601104?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7414172751587601104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7414172751587601104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7414172751587601104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7414172751587601104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/10/come-clean.html' title='Come Clean'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2800417583932948605</id><published>2009-09-23T23:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:58:40.279+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='group discussions'/><title type='text'>Mock GD 3.0</title><content type='html'>I wonder if anyone of you reading this post read my blog two years ago, when I wrote about my first mock GD [1.0 for me ;) ]; the bottomline was - I didn't speak a word through two goddamned GDs, until in the end, they picked me out to conclude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.0: Didn't know it existed till after I was done with 3.0!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.0: &lt;br /&gt;It was due to start at 5:30; I woke up at 5:40 (obviously with no intentions of going for it!!) and ran into the IPF people in the corridor; they asked me to be there by 6:15 over my protests 'hey when did I say I was coming?!!'&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I had nothing better to do - actually I did but I preferred exercising my vocal cords over it ;) and I went, just like that, with just one thing in my mind - 'No matter what, I gotta speak this time!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, guess what happened? At the end of it, I was told - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know, this ain't jam?? You needn't keep talking, you can stop if you think you're done!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I didn't make it to the next round but I'm proud as a goose to have driven those people to say that to me!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2800417583932948605?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2800417583932948605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2800417583932948605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2800417583932948605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2800417583932948605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/mock-gd-30.html' title='Mock GD 3.0'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2152699459124325519</id><published>2009-09-15T21:05:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:34:00.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environmental studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save the planet'/><title type='text'>Saving the planet!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sq-5MYi3uoI/AAAAAAAABLQ/DxVlo6oUDUk/s1600-h/image_plant_a_tree-250x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381723702129310338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sq-5MYi3uoI/AAAAAAAABLQ/DxVlo6oUDUk/s400/image_plant_a_tree-250x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we did today? We planted a tree :)&lt;br /&gt;All branches have a really crappy subject called Environmental Sciences or Studies I'm not very sure; but it's really crappy for only my class, the other branches have it easy, rare classes and one test I think.&lt;br /&gt;Our HOD is so serious about every thing, (stuff NOT related to electrical and electronics engineering especially being his favs!) he tells us this subject is by the court's order and hence we must abide!!&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, he decided to let us make it through this one only if we each plant a tree! Not a bad idea at all if we didn't have to sit through his classes ;) I would happily plant three trees every week!!&lt;br /&gt;So today was the day - we had to pay 60 bucks each for some guy who dug little pits (and some stupid someone - I dunno who obviously!! - filled mine with gravel!!) and got us the saplings. This was in the new chemistry department by the way.&lt;br /&gt;So we just had to take the plastic off and put our plants in; I finally got to do something that made my hands dirty after ages!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sq-6RRvBmdI/AAAAAAAABLY/kgAUTWQ67vQ/s1600-h/baby_tree-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381724885712214482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sq-6RRvBmdI/AAAAAAAABLY/kgAUTWQ67vQ/s400/baby_tree-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had to water it; this was another adventure for we could only locate the guys' washroom and we ultimately had to fetch water from there only; (I didn't, I just managed to get a mug from this guy ;) but only after waiting for like sooo long for someone to lemme have a bucket and then finally realised there was no point trying to be so sincere!!)&lt;br /&gt;And ultimately when I did manage to get a mug of water, I couldn't find my plant and somebody else had to point it out to me. lol!&lt;br /&gt;And then it was time to capture the moment and preserve it forever ;)&lt;br /&gt;So we all got pics with our respective plants; our HOD was happily clicking away to glory!!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was nice, something different; though under the glaring Kerela sun!! The walk to the chem dept. was nice ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2152699459124325519?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2152699459124325519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2152699459124325519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2152699459124325519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2152699459124325519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/saving-planet.html' title='Saving the planet!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sq-5MYi3uoI/AAAAAAAABLQ/DxVlo6oUDUk/s72-c/image_plant_a_tree-250x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-4208184449544008396</id><published>2009-09-13T17:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-13T18:10:34.047+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe Coffee Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>Rewind&lt;&lt; to my roots ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SqzoIMz2sPI/AAAAAAAABLI/rc_UQl96zW8/s1600-h/CoffeeLove01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 375px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 345px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380930882376216818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SqzoIMz2sPI/AAAAAAAABLI/rc_UQl96zW8/s400/CoffeeLove01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea I know I haven't blogged in a while; well, I've been kinda busy (and low). First there were the sessionals, then we went out to Ooty (amazing trip) and then, two weeks of being so low I didn't even know two weeks went by!!&lt;br /&gt;Add to that four labs this week and three weeks of craving for a BIG cold coffee!!&lt;br /&gt;So we finally decided enough was enough! And we went all the way to the city just to kill our cravings..&lt;br /&gt;And it was awesome!! Just like my high school days :) &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three gals, hanging out at the mall, doing nothing except a BIG nice coffee from CCD :) Ok, the CCD is nothing like its supposed to be, even the coffee is not even half as good, but its as good as it gets here I guess. And it sent my mood sky rocketing so thank heavens CCD finally made it to Calicut, though just like me, it seems to have forgotten what its supposed to really be like after getting here :devil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-4208184449544008396?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4208184449544008396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4208184449544008396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4208184449544008396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4208184449544008396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/09/rewind-to-my-roots.html' title='Rewind&lt;&lt; to my roots ;)'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SqzoIMz2sPI/AAAAAAAABLI/rc_UQl96zW8/s72-c/CoffeeLove01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-1633939841967527316</id><published>2009-08-16T15:17:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:44:26.794+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calcutta'/><title type='text'>An Ode to my favorite city..</title><content type='html'>This is what I absolutely love about Calcutta...&lt;br /&gt;I don't really belong to the city, but I've been there all my life; it's the only place on earth I call 'home'. And the city never made me feel I don't belong there; in fact I'm yet to know anyone who felt out of place there..it's like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'everyone's invited'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;And all these things are stuff I realised after I moved out for college, I love every damn thing about that place; the streets, the British architecture, Park Street, the wind on the bridge when driving home from the station, Rosogulla (I realised to my utter horror after getting to college that you can't just go out and have Rosogulla everytime you feel like; and the lesson is to never take a Rosogulla for granted again!!), the rolls and momos on the streetsides, and the Bengali language, which I still barely understand but somehow, this far from home, it sounds like home ;)&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so amazing to get back there..no matter how low I've been..the moment I'm back home, everything suddenly feels so good, like perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its the best city in the world to go home to..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The British left the city some priceless presents.. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SofWvaye6CI/AAAAAAAABIQ/jm192ZBr2GY/s1600-h/Image050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370497190795864098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SofWvaye6CI/AAAAAAAABIQ/jm192ZBr2GY/s400/Image050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A typical sight in the older parts of the city..this is somewhere near Park Street..the hearbeat of the city..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SofWu_E5XdI/AAAAAAAABII/EbCOgYYIEeM/s1600-h/Image046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8276501687850245247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8276501687850245247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8276501687850245247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/08/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the Day'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4363243614354378844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4363243614354378844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4363243614354378844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-3147158777626917036</id><published>2009-07-26T01:06:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:13:23.088+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>[I wrote this when I was fourteen and I don't remember a few lines, but it's been ages since I wrote something like this so..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money can buy anything they say&lt;br /&gt;Of course it can, who says it cant&lt;br /&gt;It can buy you a bunch of superficial friends&lt;br /&gt;And a club membership to keep up with the trends&lt;br /&gt;It can buy you that gorgeous sequinned gown&lt;br /&gt;And the most expensive villa in town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are some things money can't buy&lt;br /&gt;Success, happiness and your perfect guy&lt;br /&gt;It can buy you a house, but not a home&lt;br /&gt;And people you can call your own&lt;br /&gt;It can buy you a limo and a glittering tiara&lt;br /&gt;But, remember princess Diana??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, money can buy most things in life&lt;br /&gt;But what it can't, is what we call life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-3147158777626917036?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3147158777626917036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=3147158777626917036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3147158777626917036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3147158777626917036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7146137077748932845</id><published>2009-07-24T21:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-24T21:45:42.246+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Its weekend already, pretty quick and must say, the week was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Just one class on thursday and now I strongly feel one day must be off every month just so we can pay our bills.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so weekend right; am so outta things to do; I hear half the things in Focus have closed down and with even LF gone, this place appears so freaking dead!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I haven't had a first hour yet so am yet to catch a glimpse of the freshers. Like I care, I'm supposedly anti-ragging (lol) &lt;br /&gt;Plus only two days of classes ain't sufficient to generate any gossip; dude there's really nothing to do then I guess.. apart from gaping at the Tathva poster (wassat!!)if you please!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7146137077748932845?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7146137077748932845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7146137077748932845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7146137077748932845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7146137077748932845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-3834471605496366674</id><published>2009-07-22T18:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-22T18:25:38.791+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gray</title><content type='html'>Haven't I told you before about how much I hate the start of the sem?? &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna say that again!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THE START OF THE SEM and more than that I HATE THE START OF AN ODD SEM &lt;br /&gt;for in addition to no work, there's no LAN and there's the rain which theoretically makes me very very happy but it doesn't. It reminds me of how my first year started off and it isn't nice at all. &lt;br /&gt;And the rain makes you feel cold sometimes and then you wanna feel warm and it really really SUCKS big time :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-3834471605496366674?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3834471605496366674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=3834471605496366674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3834471605496366674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3834471605496366674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/07/gray.html' title='Gray'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-5318183571592456742</id><published>2009-06-19T22:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T23:26:14.265+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Two things...</title><content type='html'>1.The new template:&lt;br /&gt;Before I had seen what NITC actually looked like, I only thought of all I'd seen on my last visit to Kerela, which would be Trivandrum and the beaches around it; and I totally imagined my college was on a beach etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;This template is totally like what I had imagined, I'd be totally on my own in a new place like a traveller, a new phase of my life and a beautiful beach.&lt;br /&gt;This is how it turned out to be: the college is pretty but not on a beach! There is a beach which is very beautiful. I do feel like a traveller, a total outsider in this place, looking at a whole new kind of culture. And yeah, this is a new phase and so much better than the last even though I despise so many things about it (the number of things I despise has exponentially dropped since first year :wink)! &lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;One more month to go and oh man I'm so tired of these two month summer holidays; I just wanna get back to college now, I can't take this torture anymore! Its just so killing when you know something is coming but you gotta wait for it and there's nothing you can do to make it not come or something. &lt;br /&gt;Waiting to get back to S5 though once that does happen, I might totally be complaining about it in this very space!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-5318183571592456742?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5318183571592456742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=5318183571592456742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5318183571592456742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5318183571592456742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-things.html' title='Two things...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-1264780039098249250</id><published>2009-06-13T18:03:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:06:44.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>The year that was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb7b54465b6313a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb7b54465b6313a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331641853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D336234091EBB78D9047CA9A4BE81FE67C3BCDE17.57178C358E076E1B5E3F3D477C1A33FF71819EBF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb7b54465b6313a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFoM0ARHZjjtq8JdaYayZFCmfFIc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfb7b54465b6313a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331641853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D336234091EBB78D9047CA9A4BE81FE67C3BCDE17.57178C358E076E1B5E3F3D477C1A33FF71819EBF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfb7b54465b6313a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFoM0ARHZjjtq8JdaYayZFCmfFIc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its about time I did this; half the summer gone and I'm yet to bid adios to my sophomore year, I have so been avoiding this...&lt;br /&gt;The year started off with me breathing a sigh of relief for I would be no more be a fresher at college and wouldn't have to deal with people interfering in my affairs anymore; and then I realised college wasn't that bad, in fact it was pretty good and soon I was in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;S3 was all about friends, hanging out, exploring and discovering the place, partying, and making new friends; it was like &lt;b&gt;waking up to college!!&lt;/b&gt;. A real pleasure I must say.&lt;br /&gt;S4@EEE was hell, classes, classes and more classes, yet the best few months of my life plus the assurance from seniors that with this, the worst was over..&lt;br /&gt;And then jubiliation over being half way through with college, its great to be there but I wanna get over with it real fast; its all got something to do with my obsession about growing up quick!!&lt;br /&gt;So, though I hate to admit and absolutely refuse to believe, S4 is over and I'm gonna miss it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-1264780039098249250?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fb7b54465b6313a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1264780039098249250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=1264780039098249250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/1264780039098249250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/1264780039098249250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/06/year-that-was.html' title='The year that was...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8225021345538616881</id><published>2009-05-29T10:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-29T11:21:03.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'> Bing </title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to &lt;a href=http://www.bing.com&gt;Microsoft Bing&lt;/a&gt;; check it out on June 3...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.bing.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sh92Q9KTuKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/_lC-ucSNg1M/s1600-h/29soft_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341117716752480418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sh92Q9KTuKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/_lC-ucSNg1M/s400/29soft_600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8225021345538616881?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8225021345538616881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8225021345538616881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8225021345538616881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8225021345538616881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/bing.html' title='&lt;a href=http://www.bing.com&gt; Bing &lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sh92Q9KTuKI/AAAAAAAAA_c/_lC-ucSNg1M/s72-c/29soft_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2291500132593687490</id><published>2009-05-22T23:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:20:02.196+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dan brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beating boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels and demons'/><title type='text'>Tonight's plans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/ShblCio-eQI/AAAAAAAAA4M/tryGECRPFhU/s1600-h/angelsanddemonsposter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338706240115472642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/ShblCio-eQI/AAAAAAAAA4M/tryGECRPFhU/s400/angelsanddemonsposter2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell how it was tomorrow :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2291500132593687490?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2291500132593687490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2291500132593687490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2291500132593687490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2291500132593687490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/tonights-plans.html' title='Tonight&apos;s plans...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/ShblCio-eQI/AAAAAAAAA4M/tryGECRPFhU/s72-c/angelsanddemonsposter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8349734736414889277</id><published>2009-05-21T12:42:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:59:04.246+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khaled Hosseini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beating boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Kite Runner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>For you, a thousand times over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/ShUA98MgwqI/AAAAAAAAA30/WdEc0C4s-Nc/s1600-h/Kite_runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338173997448217250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/ShUA98MgwqI/AAAAAAAAA30/WdEc0C4s-Nc/s400/Kite_runner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending all of my last summer on fiction, I'd resolved to totally keep away from it this year; but some things are just meant to be: I ended up at my aunt's place yesterday with no internet, no signal on my phone, and just a cupboard full of books; and this is what I laid my hands on...&lt;br /&gt;Khaled Hosseini's 'The Kite Runner'&lt;br /&gt;I still don't believe it was just fiction, somehow every word I read in there seems to be as true as it can ever be; &lt;br /&gt;I know I broke my resolution but it was worth it. I'll only try to keep it for the rest of the summer..lets see ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8349734736414889277?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8349734736414889277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8349734736414889277' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8349734736414889277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8349734736414889277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-you-thousand-times-over.html' title='For you, a thousand times over..'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/ShUA98MgwqI/AAAAAAAAA30/WdEc0C4s-Nc/s72-c/Kite_runner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-5247058077470111421</id><published>2009-05-12T14:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T15:06:42.034+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>NITC Mess Diaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SglDBcnXJNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/9AeQ1CyyFoc/s1600-h/Picture2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SglDBcnXJNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/9AeQ1CyyFoc/s400/Picture2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334868925737280722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salient feature of today's lunch: was not the horrible veggies that made me thank God over and over again for me not being able to get back for lunch on tuesdays the whole semester except for this last one.&lt;br /&gt;It was the chapatis, that God initially planned to make papads, but changed his decision last moment!&lt;br /&gt;They took two hands and all the muscles in the jaw area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This other time not so long ago, they gave us bananas for dessert(an amazing concept by itself by the way - one banana for dessert, sometimes even two!!) and the banana skin and the chapati were the same thickness. The second similarity: we weren't really expected to eat either!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-5247058077470111421?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5247058077470111421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=5247058077470111421' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5247058077470111421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5247058077470111421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/nitc-mess-diaries.html' title='NITC Mess Diaries'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SglDBcnXJNI/AAAAAAAAA3I/9AeQ1CyyFoc/s72-c/Picture2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7771783956697097374</id><published>2009-05-02T10:36:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:03:02.358+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>More on bugs...</title><content type='html'>Here is the latest batch of six-legged visitors in my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SfvZOrN3dxI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dtjQhETZ-Eg/s1600-h/DSC01475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331093430065395474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SfvZOrN3dxI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dtjQhETZ-Eg/s400/DSC01475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This one with it's shining (seems more like varnished!!) belly looks kinda cute to me...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SfvZx6hxyRI/AAAAAAAAAyE/H4g3iWHicWs/s1600-h/DSC01476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 373px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331094035470862610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SfvZx6hxyRI/AAAAAAAAAyE/H4g3iWHicWs/s400/DSC01476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Unfortunately we found this one dead on my roomie's table :(&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SfvaGZYIN6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/G399k-coy2c/s1600-h/DSC01479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331094387349272482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SfvaGZYIN6I/AAAAAAAAAyM/G399k-coy2c/s400/DSC01479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And this one made me late for class this morning; for I wasted nearly ten minutes, waiting for it to stop flying around!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7771783956697097374?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7771783956697097374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7771783956697097374' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7771783956697097374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7771783956697097374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-on-bugs.html' title='More on bugs...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SfvZOrN3dxI/AAAAAAAAAx8/dtjQhETZ-Eg/s72-c/DSC01475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2455095450213647506</id><published>2009-04-20T20:37:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:21:38.611+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A bug&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>A Bug's Life - the original</title><content type='html'>After my last post, I thought the inspiration for my last post's title deserves a post of its own!!&lt;br /&gt;A Bug's Life is one of the best movies I've ever seen. In fact, many animation movies make more sense than the others these days, take Wall-e for example; I was truly and pleasantly surprised by that movie.&lt;br /&gt;But this post is to A Bug's Life, so below is a walk down the memory lane for all those who went to watch the movie; and for the ones who didn't, the pics below look good right? Now go watch the movie!! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flik - the hero!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyTIb-P2vI/AAAAAAAAAIs/40UekgNLIQU/s1600-h/flik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326794232429533938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyTIb-P2vI/AAAAAAAAAIs/40UekgNLIQU/s400/flik.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The cutest!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyUkBbnq8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/NjJOKyHSvm4/s1600-h/cat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326795805852937154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyUkBbnq8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/NjJOKyHSvm4/s400/cat1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The flight...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyWCPA404I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DZd9B4cNR7o/s1600-h/fly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326797424406614914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyWCPA404I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DZd9B4cNR7o/s400/fly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The entertainers...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyWxlQnvuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NEdY37nAXTk/s1600-h/enter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326798237832036066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyWxlQnvuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/NEdY37nAXTk/s400/enter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What they do the best ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyXKWmPf7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/zSSXSMv0YEI/s1600-h/wrk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326798663392919474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyXKWmPf7I/AAAAAAAAAJM/zSSXSMv0YEI/s400/wrk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2455095450213647506?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2455095450213647506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2455095450213647506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2455095450213647506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2455095450213647506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/bugs-life-original.html' title='A Bug&apos;s Life - the original'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeyTIb-P2vI/AAAAAAAAAIs/40UekgNLIQU/s72-c/flik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-3893454113284924908</id><published>2009-04-19T17:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:29:34.801+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>A Bug's Life</title><content type='html'>The few spells of rain last week have brought all the insect population around here back into action. A new kind visits my room every evening now-a-days.&lt;br /&gt;Two days back was this bug with horns!! I'll show you what it looks like another day but for now, check out this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SesSxB6YyVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HF6zphGOaSU/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SesSxB6YyVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HF6zphGOaSU/s400/DSC01414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326371617831962962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;this beautiful (rather majestic!!) bronze shelled bug; paid a visit to my room last night from, I'm ready to believe, the land of the Pharaohs!! ;)&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know I know...the bug doesn't look all that beautiful in the pic but I swear it was a real beauty!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-3893454113284924908?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3893454113284924908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=3893454113284924908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3893454113284924908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3893454113284924908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/bugged.html' title='A Bug&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SesSxB6YyVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HF6zphGOaSU/s72-c/DSC01414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8560030214949961823</id><published>2009-04-14T17:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:35:24.487+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ketchup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>To the guy who invented 'Ketchup'...cheers!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeR0gT6rXjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A_i8W2ZNJgk/s1600-h/heinz-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324508757909790258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeR0gT6rXjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A_i8W2ZNJgk/s400/heinz-large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the guy who invented ketchup!&lt;br /&gt;Back in school, I was known for the amount of ketchup I ate with my sandwich for lunch! In fact, I sometimes had stuff just so that I could have ketchup with it!!&lt;br /&gt;At home, ketchup used to be a lifesaver - I'd drown everything that refused to go down my food-pipe otherwise in ketchup, from spinach to bottle gourds!!&lt;br /&gt;However there was one thing I never used ketchup on: Domino's pizza. That was one taste so divine I wouldn't compromise even for ketchup!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;But two years in college and I can't remember the last time I totally totally drowned something in ketchup; for the so-called-ketchup they serve in and around NITC would send Mr.Ketchup turning in his grave if there ever was a Mr.Ketchup that is! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8560030214949961823?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8560030214949961823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8560030214949961823' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8560030214949961823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8560030214949961823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-guy-who-invented-ketchupcheers.html' title='To the guy who invented &apos;Ketchup&apos;...cheers!!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeR0gT6rXjI/AAAAAAAAAIc/A_i8W2ZNJgk/s72-c/heinz-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-954945169582268631</id><published>2009-04-11T11:13:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:50:29.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildflowers'/><title type='text'>Wildflowers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeA2F5ku2uI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eMQGMwo9AJ0/s1600-h/465532511PTKlLx_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeA2F5ku2uI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eMQGMwo9AJ0/s400/465532511PTKlLx_ph.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323314234534058722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something very special about wildflowers; maybe because not many people consider them special in the first place and hardly ever give them a thought. Somehow, I always notice even the tiniest wildflowers and love myself for never missing them.&lt;br /&gt;The part that strikes me the most is that they grow on their own, totally uncared for; unlike the I'd say 'pampered' ones you'd get at the florist's!! And they stay good for a longer time and are just so nice, bringing even the driest stone to life!&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite part is that they spring up almost anywhere, like the really pink and really pretty ones that sprung up outside my window this morning out of nowhere and reminded me of this really cute quote I came across once:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Love is like wildflowers, it's often found in the most unlikely places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-954945169582268631?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/954945169582268631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=954945169582268631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/954945169582268631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/954945169582268631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/wildflowers.html' title='Wildflowers...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SeA2F5ku2uI/AAAAAAAAAIU/eMQGMwo9AJ0/s72-c/465532511PTKlLx_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-827471752015945667</id><published>2009-04-09T14:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:23:50.099+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>Lazy Daisy</title><content type='html'>Done with my classes for the day and have nearly a week of holidays stretching ahead and I have absolutely nothing to do, nowhere to go, just nothing! The hostel's already starting to feel empty, most locals will be gone by tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;By God's grace, the weather's been a teeny bit better than what it's been all semester and I'm getting lazy all the time as usual. &lt;br /&gt;The latest unwanted development in my life is me getting addicted to computer games. The whole reason I never do them is because I have this tendency to get really addicted to them: the most dangerous one I ever had was NFS, that too at a very dangerous time - when I was supposed to be preparing for my entrances!! But after staying off them for like three years, I thought one innocent game wouldn't hurt; but that was me underestimating the game as well as myself!!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, before I sign off -  thanks for the inspiration krik krak ;) Been too engrossed in my games lately :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-827471752015945667?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/827471752015945667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=827471752015945667' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/827471752015945667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/827471752015945667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/04/lazy-daisy.html' title='Lazy Daisy'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6181921526056695138</id><published>2009-03-23T22:39:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:06:49.445+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Numb</title><content type='html'>Back after a long time, I don't know what I've been doing for the past few days; feels like I've been in some sort of a trance and still in.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to blogging, the Ragam blog's had my attention for the past week and still does! Honestly, I don't really know what I'm gonna do in Ragam; I wonder if I'm waiting for it out of habit. They call this 'falling into the NITC way of life'.&lt;br /&gt;Something weird - in this whole semester I have only watched one new movie fully till now; I just don't have the patience to watch movies anymore. In fact, I don't have the patience for anything now-a-days; hate shopping as always, no movies, no reading here n there, I don't know what I'm coming to!&lt;br /&gt;The weather's horrible; and the chicken pox thing is still on, I wonder when it'll finally go away. It's such a not-cool thing to happen to this college.&lt;br /&gt;On top of everything, there are the never-ending classes, eight to five four days a week - it's killing me!! Especially when it includes something like an hour of 'value education' of all things!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6181921526056695138?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6181921526056695138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6181921526056695138' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6181921526056695138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6181921526056695138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/numb.html' title='Numb'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8052049379000953423</id><published>2009-03-19T23:47:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:00:01.842+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ragam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Long time...</title><content type='html'>Hmmm..it's been a long time since I last posted here.&lt;br /&gt;Second sessionals over, and no I am not satisfied at all; I now realise I got myself into real big trouble when I opted for EEE and even a bigger mess when I didn't realise for a long time what I've gotten myself into! Now I realise it a little I guess and I think I know I'm done for!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways there's something that takes the wind out of me more than EEE does: laundry!! So after exams there was over a week's laundry to tackle - all thanks to our 'power laundry' - for those lazy moments, when you finally decide that the long steep climb to the laundry is a lazier option than doing all that yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;Next issue: we have a new Electronics teacher, and we're starting all over!! God bless us and him too; things don't look too good, just classes, classes and more classes!! :(&lt;br /&gt;The weather's turning more pathetic from pathetic! I hear its getting bad in the rest of the country too but atleast they're getting bad from good (winter). We never had winter!! I don't know why God forgot to bless his own country with that amazing season!!&lt;br /&gt;And of course, everyone's supposed be excited about Ragam right now, so I guess everyone 'is' really excited about Ragam! ;) &lt;br /&gt;Do keep an eye on  &lt;a href="http://ragam09.blogspot.com"&gt;the official Ragam'09 blog &lt;/a&gt; folks..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8052049379000953423?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8052049379000953423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8052049379000953423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8052049379000953423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8052049379000953423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/long-time.html' title='Long time...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2948666772425303733</id><published>2009-03-08T14:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-08T15:05:25.831+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>This is just an arbitrary list of things I miss this moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kwality Walls (and even Mama Mia)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being home, being hidden from the world in my room, doing nothing just lying dead on my bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refrigerator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Washing Machine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;VH1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waiting for evening when mom will come back from work and I won't have to get bored alone at home anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The whole thing about being home, being in Calcutta, a lovely city where just everyone's invited! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;That gulmohar tree in front of my window. It must be so full of flowers right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Cafe Coffee Day whichever way you look, especially the one right next to my new home: It seems to say everytime I'm gettin back: 'welcome back home!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Telegraph - hopeless newspaper; I even miss the hopelessness!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;At home, I describe a sultry afternoon as sultry; here, it just sucks :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can write no more, I feel very very sad today. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2948666772425303733?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2948666772425303733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2948666772425303733' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2948666772425303733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2948666772425303733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-5218473696895318279</id><published>2009-03-03T15:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:44:39.430+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat in kerala'/><title type='text'>God's own country!!</title><content type='html'>March 03, 2009; The Telegraph: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Saz-in1_LkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rMfMs43IPVQ/s1600-h/03fornewyork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308897931527401026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Saz-in1_LkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rMfMs43IPVQ/s400/03fornewyork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;A man walks in the snow in New York on Monday. A massive late winter snowstorm pummelled much of the US east coast on Monday, leading to hundreds of flight cancellations and school closings. (AFP)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is God's own country, they tell us: Kerela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sa0CUWuNmUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jkRxL4chiog/s1600-h/182797546_09a6790d74_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Sa0CUWuNmUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jkRxL4chiog/s400/182797546_09a6790d74_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308902084459731266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-5218473696895318279?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5218473696895318279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=5218473696895318279' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5218473696895318279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5218473696895318279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/03/gods-own-country.html' title='God&apos;s own country!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/Saz-in1_LkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rMfMs43IPVQ/s72-c/03fornewyork.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7747151671411793978</id><published>2009-02-24T22:44:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:40:50.066+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ragam'/><title type='text'>Its February...for heavens' sake!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Its February and I'm in the northern hemisphere so according to all the geography I have ever studied I should be enjoying atleast a cool weather right now, but since I'm stuck in Calicut which happens to be too close to the equator, it doesn't really make muc difference which side of the equator I'm on I guess, it's gonna be equally pathetic on both the sides, all year round!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its not cool and I am not enjoying!! And from what I've heard, it only gets worse till we leave for summer. And thid time we have an extra-long semester (no complains about the semester getting extended ;) though) but we're gonna be stuck here, right under the sun for a long long time; so I'm really dreading what's coming up, an addition to all my never-imagined-this-could-happen-to-me-at-college experiences!!&lt;br /&gt;So everybody at college, take care, drink loads of water (lest u get dehydrated and end up having to spend a night at BMH!! Trust me, hostel is heaven after a night at BMH) n loads o everything else you can get your hands on ;)&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, keep an eye on the Ragam blog as well; that would be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ragam09.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span &gt;http://ragam09.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt; ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7747151671411793978?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7747151671411793978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7747151671411793978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7747151671411793978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7747151671411793978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-februaryfor-heavens-sake.html' title='Its February...for heavens&apos; sake!!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6629940622673311318</id><published>2009-02-13T20:53:00.020+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:50:08.203+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor swift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovestory'/><title type='text'>Lovestory  -Taylor Swift</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and the flashback starts&lt;br /&gt;I'm standingin summer air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the lights,&lt;br /&gt;See the party, the ball gowns&lt;br /&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;To say hello&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;And I was crying on the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Begging you please don't go,&lt;br /&gt;And I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovestory baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you were Romeo I was a scarlet letter&lt;br /&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;br /&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;br /&gt;I was begging you please don't go&lt;br /&gt;And I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run&lt;br /&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovestory baby just say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes, oh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;br /&gt;My faith in you was fading&lt;br /&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town&lt;br /&gt;I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this in my head, I don't know what to think&lt;br /&gt;He knealt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;br /&gt;And said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marry me Juliet, you'll never have to be alone&lt;br /&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;br /&gt;I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VBcv7VJnGE"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6629940622673311318?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6629940622673311318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6629940622673311318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6629940622673311318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6629940622673311318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovestory-taylor-swift.html' title='Lovestory &lt;i&gt; -Taylor Swift&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6181138618561587538</id><published>2009-02-12T22:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:32:47.042+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>V Day</title><content type='html'>Valentine's day is coming up again and with it comes that whole cards thing I wrote about last year. Someone just came by knocking at our doors to sell them to us - courtesy call - you gotta buy one for your sake! &lt;br /&gt;This year they ain't as disgusting as last year but instead, are so damn cheesy I now think last year's was better. Anyways, like it makes any difference to me! In case anyone's interested, do keep coming back to this page. I will put up stuff if anything interesting happens; though I have a feeling you're gonna turn out to be hell lucky, nothing interesting will happen and I'll have nothing to write here and hence you'll be saved from reading anything!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6181138618561587538?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6181138618561587538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6181138618561587538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6181138618561587538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6181138618561587538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/v-day.html' title='V Day'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8921507125605507718</id><published>2009-02-02T15:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:17:41.050+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jungle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>The 'SLUG' Video!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here it is!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-24fb38a7f88d4ba6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24fb38a7f88d4ba6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331641853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56BB59FE98BAAB7619644D2A7C1DEA49FEC620BA.858E660F1C450088F21900C67A43C6F7389F0E5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24fb38a7f88d4ba6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw4R2nJWyh8Tv4dwn0f7oQGTLrjQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D24fb38a7f88d4ba6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331641853%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D56BB59FE98BAAB7619644D2A7C1DEA49FEC620BA.858E660F1C450088F21900C67A43C6F7389F0E5C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D24fb38a7f88d4ba6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw4R2nJWyh8Tv4dwn0f7oQGTLrjQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8921507125605507718?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8921507125605507718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8921507125605507718' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8921507125605507718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8921507125605507718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/slug-video.html' title='The &apos;SLUG&apos; Video!!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6667750336824905040</id><published>2009-02-01T13:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:10:06.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mongoose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jungle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wildlife'/><title type='text'>Exam time in the middle of a JUNGLE!</title><content type='html'>It's our first sessionals this week and it makes me so gloomy! First sit and study and then, find you've ruined all your exams and your GPA is plunging down at the speed of light!&lt;br /&gt;What happens everytime exams come around is I suddenly begin to notice all the wildlife around me! Like just now I spotted two baby peacocks playing outside my window. And the moment I get my cam out, they're gone! &lt;br /&gt;So no pictures for you guys to see. But, last semester, I did manage to capture some of it (the wildlife) so I'm gonna put that up, right here, for all of you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first bunch is this family of mongooses that I think lives right across from my window! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SYVhIl8kTLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AEqVLjyNMHM/s1600-h/DSC00750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SYVhIl8kTLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AEqVLjyNMHM/s400/DSC00750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297747336924253362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SYVhIFqaVOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CchhtVPCNok/s1600-h/DSC00749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SYVhIFqaVOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CchhtVPCNok/s400/DSC00749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297747328258168034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next is this slug I photographed in our bathroom the morning of my last exam last semester I think, when I really should have been studying but was so bored!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SYVePbaipBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PAp5Nsd4Dr4/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SYVePbaipBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PAp5Nsd4Dr4/s400/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297744155821384722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6667750336824905040?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6667750336824905040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6667750336824905040' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6667750336824905040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6667750336824905040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/02/exam-time-in-middle-of-jungle.html' title='Exam time in the middle of a JUNGLE!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SYVhIl8kTLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AEqVLjyNMHM/s72-c/DSC00750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-1024277689495574559</id><published>2009-01-11T12:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:03:36.788+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A dreamy sultry sunday afternoon with myself...</title><content type='html'>This is where I wish I could be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SWmgTvneGHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lBHy_ni4R0E/s1600-h/capt_dc9ca231f3094a2b9802c2b712570d77_ye_antelope_canyon_nyye519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SWmgTvneGHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lBHy_ni4R0E/s400/capt_dc9ca231f3094a2b9802c2b712570d77_ye_antelope_canyon_nyye519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289935498383333490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-1024277689495574559?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1024277689495574559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=1024277689495574559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/1024277689495574559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/1024277689495574559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreamy-sultry-sunday-afternoon-with.html' title='A dreamy sultry sunday afternoon with myself...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SWmgTvneGHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lBHy_ni4R0E/s72-c/capt_dc9ca231f3094a2b9802c2b712570d77_ye_antelope_canyon_nyye519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7165845532580095349</id><published>2009-01-10T20:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:47:06.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerdy me'/><title type='text'>Saturday 'nite'</title><content type='html'>Hey its saturday night and am here, stuck in my room without a fan again (there is a fan but it doesn't work so as good as not being there!) And there's supposedly the biggest moon of the year out there in the sky tonight but I don't see any way that's going to affect my evening..&lt;br /&gt;So more than a week into semester 4; I've heard this is supposed to be the toughest one for my branch, so what I'm happy about is that things can't get worse than they are now. But again, you never know, I might just do what everyone thinks is impossible (get worse than already am). &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm classes, classes and more boring classes; the same stuff when read in my room from a book appears so much more interesting! (In case my last doesn't really go down with you I guess it's because I really do have some nerdy genes inside of me.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I wrap up here; never heard of anyone who cares to read long blog posts. So have a great sunday and a great monday and a great everyday! (Have a great life!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7165845532580095349?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7165845532580095349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7165845532580095349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7165845532580095349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7165845532580095349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/saturday-nite.html' title='Saturday &apos;nite&apos;'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7087970349191307682</id><published>2009-01-08T14:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:10:55.550+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time to visit bored.com</title><content type='html'>I hate start of the sem! Its so freaking boring! &lt;br /&gt;So boring that don't even feel like writing! Come back later.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7087970349191307682?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7087970349191307682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7087970349191307682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7087970349191307682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7087970349191307682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-to-visit-boredcom.html' title='Time to visit bored.com'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-28460772914147215</id><published>2008-12-29T21:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:28:03.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Back to college for S4.&lt;br /&gt;S3 turned out to be like the ultimate disaster of my life. I know I was too happy last sem, loving college and all, but now, I'm like so terrified of it! I'm not sure how I'm gonna tackle this place; coz I have a feeling S3 was just a trailer of what's gonna follow. I just .hope I take it gracefully enough.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-28460772914147215?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/28460772914147215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=28460772914147215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/28460772914147215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/28460772914147215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-5282089053826904493</id><published>2008-12-15T12:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:08:30.062+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><title type='text'>(bitin nails)....</title><content type='html'>Waiting for my results- should have been out by now; the link's there but the page is under contruction. Damn this makes me so damn nervous!!! Just keeping my fingers crossed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-5282089053826904493?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5282089053826904493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=5282089053826904493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5282089053826904493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5282089053826904493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/bitin-nails.html' title='(bitin nails)....'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-4681321052017611186</id><published>2008-12-05T22:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:47:19.883+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>A lotta cheese....</title><content type='html'>Damn my last post was so damn cheesy!! Like too much too too much of it! Like dude I'm already so stuffed up, more cheese is only gonna make things go from bad to worse to unimaginable extents!!!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should start talking some sense now, too long you've been reading non-sense!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it's like when I study right, my mind like totally goes numb, and then when I start talking, the greater possibility is I have no idea what I'm talking! So, like right now, just finished my exams, that means been studying properly for the last two weeks and it's been a helluva two weeks; so my mind really needs some time to come back to atleast it's usual! &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, so end of the semester, going home tomorrow and this has been the best semester I've ever had; like I know it was only my third, five more to go; and it's been like so so much of work; yet I had an amazing time and many people from here would roll their eyes when they hear me say this but I do like my college; and c'mon I think this is the only one I'm ever gonna go to, so I'm allowed to say this! &lt;br /&gt;So time to go home tomorrow; I can't believe it's time to go, like it's winter back home, and I'm gonna be home this christmas, like I'm so glad I'm gonna be dere; yet I wish I just wish wish wish, I could extend this semester like a chewing gum, like the best chewing gum that was ever made, and I could go on and on and on extending it forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-4681321052017611186?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4681321052017611186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4681321052017611186' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4681321052017611186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4681321052017611186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/12/lotta-cheese.html' title='A lotta cheese....'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6640314177052812009</id><published>2008-11-18T19:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:06:26.270+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>adios S3</title><content type='html'>Three weeks for the semester to end, the exam time blues are setting in again. Semester three's been one hell of a time; while college is finally somewhat like college, like this is the only one I have ever been to so this is what I believe it's supposed to be like; but inside the class, life has been hell. I never knew signing up for EEE at NITC officially meant signing up to get screwed; for that's what would initially happen to everybody in nearly every hour, then of course, we all grew used to getting shocked. But again, what I'm yet to get used to is getting shocked after every sessionals. Then, there are/were the labs: the ultimate experience - you gotta experience it to know it.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, its been one hell of a lazy semester, getting on sluggishly, like finally falling into place in here I guess. But seems like time just flew this semester; first semester never seemed to end; and this S3 - I sorta wanted this to go on forever - is over so soon! &lt;br /&gt;Of course, the end semesters remain: I know they're gonna be hell too, so just keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6640314177052812009?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6640314177052812009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6640314177052812009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6640314177052812009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6640314177052812009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/11/adios-s3.html' title='adios S3'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-9153760792051860869</id><published>2008-10-25T23:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:44:52.324+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tathva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical nite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Rain dance @ NITC</title><content type='html'>Tonight was the tathva '08 cultural night (and yesterday was musical night or maybe vice versa but i don't know for sure and it doesn't matter at all because there is basically no difference between these two concepts at NITC, atleast no tangible one!).&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining lately in here, seems like kind of tryin to make up for all the rain that didn't happen when it was supposed to! So it's been pouring and spoiling evrybody's moods here. Like, so much that day I of tathva, many of the stalls couldn't be put up.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, chuck that and let's come back to this cultural night I'm talking about. It was at the OAT, of course and I have already talked about it here. So enter like 90 min late, and its like pouring just the way it has been all of tathva. And everyone's seated under umbrellas; I can't come up with a good description of exactly what it was like, but basically, it was a tale of broken umbrellas and wet asses! &lt;br /&gt;Since I wanted neither, we just stood there for sometime (the cultural night had been renamed rain dance @ NITC by then! ;) ), trying to appreciate the music, but sometimes it's really difficult to appreciate things you can't understand at all (I'm referring to malayalam music and us being a long way from it even after more than a year here). &lt;br /&gt;So we set this deadline sort of a thing, 'we'll try just three more songs and if it doesn't get better, we're outta here'. After two songs I was only too glad to be leaving soon but out of nowhere, the third song turned out to be one of my friends' favorites and, to my utter dismay, we were staying.&lt;br /&gt;However slowly the music somehow got better and we have this theory: because we don't understand most of the music and yet we can't afford to get bored there, so whatever the music is, we just dance, for our own entertainment!! So we did just that, and then there was some good music too and ultimately, there finally was a musical night I enjoyed, like truly enjoyed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-9153760792051860869?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/9153760792051860869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=9153760792051860869' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/9153760792051860869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/9153760792051860869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/rain-dance-nitc.html' title='Rain dance @ NITC'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-4960882265729783016</id><published>2008-10-24T11:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:41:29.160+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tathva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>Tathva '08</title><content type='html'>Its tathva, our college techfest. &lt;br /&gt;And guess what job I landed: my dream job - playing diner girl! &lt;br /&gt;Lol...if that left you stumped! But tell you what? One of my favorite fantasies is to own a beach cafe, somewhere down in the Latin Americas! So did I just get a step closer to my dream??? &lt;br /&gt;Lol...me and my fantasies!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-4960882265729783016?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4960882265729783016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4960882265729783016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4960882265729783016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4960882265729783016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/tathva-08.html' title='Tathva &apos;08'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2366858897048889574</id><published>2008-10-17T15:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:02:14.610+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>Hot! Hot! Hot!</title><content type='html'>The latest thing in my life, rather out of my life: we don't have a fan in our room.&lt;br /&gt;We're living practically on the equator, in the middle of a drought; our room fan wasn't working properly and was making so much noise that the entire floor was complaining, and when we complained about it, they took the fan away and said 'sorry, no supply of fans right now'!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2366858897048889574?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2366858897048889574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2366858897048889574' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2366858897048889574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2366858897048889574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot! Hot! Hot!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2675273557871642483</id><published>2008-10-08T13:04:00.020+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:12:15.849+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Really???</title><content type='html'>And guys, guys, guys....this other page I just came across:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=pink&gt;5 Very Cool Things About College&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="CC33FF"&gt;Meeting your BFFs:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Because you’re on your own for the first time, the friends you make in college become like a surrogate family. And those bonds tend to be lasting ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=orange&gt;Not having a curfew:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Now that Mom and Dad aren’t waiting up, you can come home pretty much whenever you want...if at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="99FF66"&gt;Getting a fresh start:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; College is a clean slate — no one will know you had a nose job or were considered part of the nerd herd in high school. Plus, with so many students with diverse interests, you’ll easily be able to find people who are your type.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="FF9999"&gt;Enjoying more free time:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Because you have more control over your schedule, you may be able to sleep in a few mornings a week and have Fridays off entirely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="9999FF"&gt;Taking interesting classes:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; A few core requirements aside, you can choose courses that appeal to you and avoid ones that don’t.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Source:&lt;a href="http://www.cosmopolitan.com/you/advice/Your-College-Survival-Guide-9"&gt;http://www.cosmopolitan.com/you/advice/Your-College-Survival-Guide-9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you ain't here at NITC, you may not see the point why I pit this up here; but if you are, well, just, whatever this is, we're all in this together...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2675273557871642483?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2675273557871642483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2675273557871642483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2675273557871642483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2675273557871642483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/really.html' title='Really???'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-3241466270687046067</id><published>2008-10-08T12:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-08T12:45:57.480+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calicut city'/><title type='text'>Calicut City</title><content type='html'>I have been scouring the internet lately, hoping to come across something interesting in this city maybe that nobody in college knows about. There isn't a lot of matter on this city in particular but today I finally came across an article that sort of confirmed my worst fears! Following are some excerpts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is not much to see or do in this city.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can walk along the fairly uninteresting beach here...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is not safe to walk alone on the beach...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, these were the most interesting parts of the article! You can check out the page yourself at &lt;a href="http://www.vegetarian-restaurants.net/India-Guide/IndianStates/Kerala/Kozhikode.htm"&gt; http://www.vegetarian-restaurants.net/India-Guide/IndianStates/Kerala/Kozhikode.htm &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I also came across this page fron the IIM Kozhikode Students' Portal. I must say it's quite optimistic but after nearly a year and a half here, I find it unbelievable. &lt;a href="http://iimklive.com/news/news/kozhikode-one-of-the-best-places-to-live-129-1.html"&gt;http://iimklive.com/news/news/kozhikode-one-of-the-best-places-to-live-129-1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-3241466270687046067?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3241466270687046067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=3241466270687046067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3241466270687046067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/3241466270687046067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/calicut-city.html' title='Calicut City'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-1408338374176927834</id><published>2008-10-05T23:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:44:09.841+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watevr'/><title type='text'>Whatever...</title><content type='html'>My blog feels dead, like really...I don't even know why I write the posts that I do write, for I can't see why anybody would be interested in reading the stuff that I write. So, am in a sort of a dilemma, between deleting my blog and going on with posting just anything that comes to my mind. Any votes for either are welcome, yet again, how many will actually come across my blog and read this post.&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, do notice the text scrolling to the left of the page; I don't know how that happened but it looks cool ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-1408338374176927834?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1408338374176927834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=1408338374176927834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/1408338374176927834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/1408338374176927834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/whatever.html' title='Whatever...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-4188498179736635969</id><published>2008-10-01T11:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:04:14.718+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life&apos;s like that'/><title type='text'>Feels like saturday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee behavior="scroll" direction="down" scrollamount="3" style="position:absolute; left:110px; top:150px; width:16px; height:483px; z-index:1;"&gt;&lt;span class="falling1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i87.photobucket.com/albums/k139/hi5love/stars.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than two weeks left for our second sessionals and it's put me in the mood for blogging once again! Today's id so finally, all the restaraunts in town that have remained closed will finally opening, so we finally got somewhere in the city to go (there's nothing else to do in the city). But that doesn't mean we're going! Everyone's just too lazy to even get off their beds (neither have I yet!). After an extended week last week, these two days off feel like the weekend just got displaced by two days ;)&lt;br /&gt;So me finally in a good mood, but as usual, in this place, there's a lack of things to do, so I'm afraid it may not take long for my high spirits to disappear!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways for the time being, since I don't have any plans to get off the bed anytime soon, I'm gonna try giving my blog a (much needed, I think) new look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-4188498179736635969?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4188498179736635969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4188498179736635969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4188498179736635969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4188498179736635969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/10/feels-like-saturday.html' title='Feels like saturday....'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2326869027457430549</id><published>2008-09-21T18:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:36:58.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Stagnation</title><content type='html'>Its been quite some time since my last post; been kinda caught up with college work and stuff. Things are getting sort of stagnant in here now; like I'm getting used to the daily life here except for the occasional shocks we get in class, which is also something I've sort of started expecting...&lt;br /&gt;So things are getting boring again; and tis place is starting to get to me again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2326869027457430549?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2326869027457430549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2326869027457430549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2326869027457430549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2326869027457430549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/09/stagnation.html' title='Stagnation'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7094931719748918883</id><published>2008-09-11T19:51:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:58:41.078+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beating boredom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>English as a Second Language - Megan Crane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SMkqfx8jkNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1x3xeHUAKjo/s1600-h/esl_cover_140.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SMkqfx8jkNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1x3xeHUAKjo/s400/esl_cover_140.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244769966521290962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've been up to all day - decided to do what I love best: reading! &lt;br /&gt;And this was the first thing I found, lying around 'unwanted' in the hostel, labelled 'boring'!!! &lt;br /&gt;But I loved the book, and have been wondering ever since I finished the book: did I like the book because I had nothing else to do or am I that big a nerd that I like any and everything that I read!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7094931719748918883?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7094931719748918883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7094931719748918883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7094931719748918883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7094931719748918883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/09/english-as-second-language-megan-crane.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.megancrane.com/esl.html&quot;&gt;English as a Second Language - Megan Crane&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SMkqfx8jkNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1x3xeHUAKjo/s72-c/esl_cover_140.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8089248941593960562</id><published>2008-09-10T18:05:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:52:26.954+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Boredom Prevails...hopelessly!!</title><content type='html'>Its onam - I guess it is the most important festival in Kerela because its the only one that's celebrated in college, that too separately by each department; especially considering the fact that there is no fresher's or farewell in this college (waaaah!) I'm like totally totally uder the impression that this is probably 'the' festival for these people. &lt;br /&gt;It's also the only thing we get a holiday for!! And most of the students have gone home; I unfortunately would probably have to turn around half-way if I even attempted trying to go home, to reach back college in time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So here I am, stuck in the middle of nowhere, doing nothing when everybody's expecting me to be doing something!! Last year, we were like trapped in the hostel for nearly a week (first year was jail, we weren't allowed to go anywhere except to class!), yet we had a pretty good time, playing stupid games, bitching about our seniors, our fantasies etc. etc. This year however, the situation has changed drastically; with most of my friends busy with their own lives and the rest, glued to their laptops all day (another thing totally beyond me); I realize I am again stuck with no life (reminds me of high school, but again there was no time then to get bored!). Hmmm...so I failed to connect yet again!!&lt;br /&gt;Add to that, an extra disastrous first sessionals this semester, and my whole hope that things will sort out here is fading away not so slowly!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8089248941593960562?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8089248941593960562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8089248941593960562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8089248941593960562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8089248941593960562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/09/boredom-prevailshopelessly.html' title='Boredom Prevails...hopelessly!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2259049633911030822</id><published>2008-08-30T21:35:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:28:29.629+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Child of Boredom!!!</title><content type='html'>Our first sessionals got over on thursday and I'm back to the realisation that this place is actually boring, however much I may try to like it! &lt;br /&gt;So we hit the city today; did some exploring actually, and discovered this place has some cool stores if nothing else (though those stores remain empty most of the time!!). &lt;br /&gt;Final verdict: this place does have some places where it is possible to shop but shopping does not happen to be one of my preferred past-times, so that discovery doesn't make this place any better for me. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, had fun today. And most important of all, got back in time with nobody blocking the national highway today! So no apologosing for having fun! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2259049633911030822?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2259049633911030822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2259049633911030822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2259049633911030822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2259049633911030822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/children-of-boredom.html' title='Child of Boredom!!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-4224419670535856170</id><published>2008-08-23T22:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:02:16.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Show time!!</title><content type='html'>I had one hell of a day today.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up after nine, yet managed to get some breakfast at the mess! Then back to my room, my roomie and me make coffee and then settle down to study - something totally bizarre. &lt;br /&gt;And then, just the moment I realise we are doing something very unusual, one of my friends bursts in and calls us to meet her sister. We go to meet her, she says - lets go to city, we look at each other for a moment and then, we scream 'Lets Go!!' and burst out laughing!! and thus starts my day.&lt;br /&gt;We watched this new movie called 'Bachna ae haseeno' and I actually enjoyed myself more than I liked the movie for it was totally crazy to go like day two days before our first sessionals! Also, the movie theatre was a big surprise; it wasn't bad at all, atleast much better than what we'd heard! Then, lunch at the mall and back to the bus stop - that's where the real adventure began.&lt;br /&gt;NH-17 (that's where our college is) was closed due to some celebrations and the bus had to take a detour - a narrow and steep road; all the vehicles were lined up for they were passing every crossing one at a time, and we were stranded at the same spot for 90 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;So although we'd started from the city well in time, we reached 30 minutes after the curfew. And we had to write an apology letter because some people, the local people, were celebrating a festival in the middle of a national highway!! No comments on this one, just hope people who read this will realise the irony of it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-4224419670535856170?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4224419670535856170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4224419670535856170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4224419670535856170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4224419670535856170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/show-time.html' title='Show time!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-5964117749857307220</id><published>2008-08-22T08:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:44:37.634+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friday morning blues...</title><content type='html'>Its Friday, my favorite day of the week('course, only for its the last!) &lt;br /&gt;Wake up late, miss breakfast, trek all the way up to class in the lousy sun(yeah early morning sun in NITC in August - something unimaginable after my first year here!) and then, the 8 o'clock class gets canceled!! Every time I'm late and miss breakfast, class' just got to be canceled - another of Mr.Murphy's laws I guess!! &lt;br /&gt;So here I am at the main CC, writing this post (I came here for the air-conditioning and not really to write a post, just in case you've been wondering!).&lt;br /&gt;So, its a whole month into semester 3, the first sessionals next week (and hence the 'blues' on my favorite day of the week!). Time flew by so fast, we're still settling into the new year, like we rearranged our room yesterday (and a lot of people have come into our room since and decided they entered the wrong room!) and the first sessionals are already here! I feel like I know zilch, but I hopefully will put that feeling away by the end of this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways its time for the next class now so I had better get going. Have a nice day! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-5964117749857307220?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5964117749857307220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=5964117749857307220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5964117749857307220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5964117749857307220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-morning-blues.html' title='Friday morning blues...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-7550862524136135835</id><published>2008-08-17T22:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:44:45.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nadal... 'King o' Clay' to 'King o' the World'!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKhZWvMlNaI/AAAAAAAAACo/Eh6vWrB_omw/s1600-h/nadal-gold-s_31285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKhZWvMlNaI/AAAAAAAAACo/Eh6vWrB_omw/s200/nadal-gold-s_31285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235532813979432354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadal just won the Olympic gold some hours back and from what I know, is the new world no.1 from tomorrow! :) &lt;br /&gt;I wont say much but just this.. THIS IS SO SO SOOOOOO AWESOME!! I'm happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.beijing2008.cn/news/sports/headlines/tennis/n214556338.shtml"&gt;Nadal crowns summer season with Olympic gold&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-7550862524136135835?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7550862524136135835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=7550862524136135835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7550862524136135835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/7550862524136135835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/nadal.html' title='&lt;b&gt;Nadal&lt;/b&gt;... &apos;King o&apos; Clay&apos; to &apos;King o&apos; the World&apos;!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKhZWvMlNaI/AAAAAAAAACo/Eh6vWrB_omw/s72-c/nadal-gold-s_31285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6300624229350942927</id><published>2008-08-15T09:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:53:00.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Campus trek?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKRMbjo9EuI/AAAAAAAAACg/gjmOtEhAGdU/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKRMbjo9EuI/AAAAAAAAACg/gjmOtEhAGdU/s400/DSC01646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234392703218553570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today one of our classes got delayed by two hours and my friend and I didn't wanna walk all the way back to our hostel and back so we just got out of the back gate and went wandering around. We like went along this path that went uphill and after like fifteen minutes maybe, we realised we'd reached one of the hill-tops in our campus! Twas a pretty nice view from up there; and we could hear continuous blasts somewhere, so we peered down one side and there was this quarry down there and there were people working there and it was a pretty nice sight.&lt;br /&gt;It was real fun to like start walking just like that and reach such a pretty place. And all that walking kept me awake in class! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6300624229350942927?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6300624229350942927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6300624229350942927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6300624229350942927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6300624229350942927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/campus-trek.html' title='Campus trek?'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKRMbjo9EuI/AAAAAAAAACg/gjmOtEhAGdU/s72-c/DSC01646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-5924224999072931604</id><published>2008-08-14T12:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:16:00.989+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>DJ nite</title><content type='html'>Tonight was DJ nite and surprisingly it was pretty good! I was expecting it to be something like the musical nights but I must say, it was way better: things are really getting better in college this year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-5924224999072931604?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5924224999072931604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=5924224999072931604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5924224999072931604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/5924224999072931604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/dj-nite.html' title='DJ nite'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6030694105354165816</id><published>2008-08-13T10:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:54:00.754+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A rainy evening..</title><content type='html'>My hostel corridor tonight!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKHASkklFGI/AAAAAAAAACI/AG-gt8K-5nQ/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKHASkklFGI/AAAAAAAAACI/AG-gt8K-5nQ/s400/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233675667268506722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6030694105354165816?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6030694105354165816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6030694105354165816' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6030694105354165816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6030694105354165816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainy-evening.html' title='A rainy evening..'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKHASkklFGI/AAAAAAAAACI/AG-gt8K-5nQ/s72-c/DSC00563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2096980946362298389</id><published>2008-08-10T08:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-13T18:47:15.204+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Two weeks into...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKLeqlWsFwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S23NKPfGNSI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKLeqlWsFwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S23NKPfGNSI/s200/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233990540121085698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week's gone by; time sure goes by fast @ NITC - a saying we'd all heard when we'd first come to this college, now we know what it really means. So much to do, so many things to do, you never realise how week after week flies by. &lt;br /&gt;The only time time does come to a standstill is the end sems; when we're like just two weeks away from home, time just seems to freeze! &lt;br /&gt;Anyways its a long way to end sems right now; everyone's still settling into the new semester; heard there's a DJ nite coming up next week but setting all that aside - I really really hope I get things right this time at college!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2096980946362298389?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2096980946362298389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2096980946362298389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2096980946362298389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2096980946362298389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-weeks-into.html' title='Two weeks into...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SKLeqlWsFwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/S23NKPfGNSI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2827407678289139017</id><published>2008-08-04T09:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:17:46.458+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Movie Weekend...</title><content type='html'>...was a complete bore!!!&lt;br /&gt;(This is all I gotta say about it and I'm only writing this post because I promised I'd tell you about it!) Nothing to get excited about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2827407678289139017?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2827407678289139017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2827407678289139017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2827407678289139017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2827407678289139017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/movie-weekend.html' title='Movie Weekend...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-138021645241341401</id><published>2008-08-02T10:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:20:00.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ah!! Weekend at last!</title><content type='html'>Its friday! Its been one long hell o0f a week; so many classes, so many many classes; and yet, I have been kind of enjoying college and loving college. &lt;br /&gt;Its been a tiring week actually; there's so much of shuffling to do in between the classes - in zero time and up and down the stairs (we live on the western ghats!). But college finally feels like college now (I know I'm probably saying this for the millionth time but seriously, I never imagined college this way). My classmates literally ran out of the class when the last one got over!! &lt;br /&gt;So its been a busy week and it went by so fast we never realised! &lt;br /&gt;And, this weekend's 'movie weekend'; it'l' be our first so stay tuned - I'll be posting soon about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-138021645241341401?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/138021645241341401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=138021645241341401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/138021645241341401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/138021645241341401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah-weekend-at-last.html' title='Ah!! Weekend at last!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-4580485418036685051</id><published>2008-07-29T08:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:44:00.577+05:30</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SI3lS7_8AJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RPK_3R09mnU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SI3lS7_8AJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RPK_3R09mnU/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228086855953285266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really broke my heart last night... &lt;br /&gt;I lost my birthday wish last night (I already got to ask for it at my early birthday party). I got to make a birthday wish after ages and I lost it even before my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm not writing this post to sulk over that. I'm writing this post because I think I got over it and I wanna tell myself 'Congratulations baby!! You got over it!' for I'm still trying to convince myself!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the moral of this story is the secret behind my tireless smile..hope for everything, but never expect anything! Simple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-4580485418036685051?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4580485418036685051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4580485418036685051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4580485418036685051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4580485418036685051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SI3lS7_8AJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RPK_3R09mnU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-4866392480179802909</id><published>2008-07-23T02:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-23T02:33:16.156+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Semester 3</title><content type='html'>Back in college for semester 3, and trust me, college doesn't feel the same at all. I feel like I just finished a fancy dress show or something. I tell you, compared to first year, second year at NITC feels like heaven!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I landed just yesterday and classes are yet to start so maybe I'll be changing my statements soon, but for the time being, college never felt so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-4866392480179802909?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4866392480179802909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=4866392480179802909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4866392480179802909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/4866392480179802909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/07/semester-3.html' title='Semester 3'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-1303929381051280832</id><published>2008-07-18T11:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:07:34.374+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest friends...</title><content type='html'>I'm leaving for college in two days, hence my terrible mood lately. But thanks to my dear friends, I had a fantastic day today.&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, they popped up at my place today (with help from my mom and kid brother) to throw me a surprise early birthday party! They really made my day and atleast I wont go back to college sulking over being stranded there on my birthday!! And the best part was that I got to celebrate my birthday with my dearest friends, the only people who kind of know me inside out. This was something I had thought I'd always miss out on because of my college.&lt;br /&gt;All I want to tell them is thank you so much guys, I haven't felt so loved in a long time. You guys took an ordinary day and turned it into something so special!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-1303929381051280832?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1303929381051280832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=1303929381051280832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/1303929381051280832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/1303929381051280832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-my-dearest-friends.html' title='To my dearest friends...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-2843682996581071531</id><published>2008-07-10T00:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:15:38.299+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back to cyberspace!</title><content type='html'>I initially started this whole blogging thing from my cell phone (I love my phone; to me its the sexiest thing I own even though it cost me only a fifth of what my laptop did!). But around three months back, the Opera Mini browser on my phone stopped working (due to some dispute between Opera and Vodafone!). And soon after that I came back home so I kind of totally lost interest in blogging, hence my rare posts lately!&lt;br /&gt;But I just discovered that the browser's working again! I'm so so glad because I simply love the internet on my phone, its way better than any broadband or wi-fi although hell costlier!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways thats all I've gotta say right now and today (July 10) happens to be my phone's b'day ;) so folks, do remember to wish the b'day baby for no phone would probably have meant no blogs for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-2843682996581071531?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2843682996581071531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=2843682996581071531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2843682996581071531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/2843682996581071531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-cyberspace.html' title='Back to cyberspace!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6831544981845960332</id><published>2008-05-12T14:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:49:46.107+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Me, the sophomore!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back home for summer break and guess what? I'm actually missing college! &lt;br /&gt;True I hate college and that's HATE in capital letters but now realise that's actually what I am now, that's what my life is all about now and though I hate to admit this, I'm hell proud of being a part of this (bloody) college!! &lt;br /&gt;More than two more months to go, I really wonder what its gonna be like when I get back there; the biggest change will obviously be that we won't be freshers any more and everytime I think about this, I feel strange - for once there will be people who'll be looking up to me!! Or will they??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6831544981845960332?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6831544981845960332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6831544981845960332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6831544981845960332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6831544981845960332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-sophomore.html' title='Me, the sophomore!!'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-6183329582441063318</id><published>2008-04-13T08:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:20:57.083+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical nite'/><title type='text'>Musical Nite @ NITC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SItE1pxpcAI/AAAAAAAAABo/C_wfzyKUncA/s1600-h/TN_Colosseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SItE1pxpcAI/AAAAAAAAABo/C_wfzyKUncA/s320/TN_Colosseum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227347481031438338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical Nite @ NITC is a phenomenon by itself. So after one year at NITC, I'm gonna point out some salient features of this 'thing' thst happens at certain intervals!&lt;br /&gt;Its held at OAT aka Open Air Theatre. Till before we'd been there, from the description our seniors gave, we'd really wonder what that bloody place would be like. After our first visit, we knew atleast it wasn't bloody! Hey just kidding! Its actually nice, and the best part is that its ours, it belongs to 'us'!&lt;br /&gt;Its actually a terror ground for freshers. My first visit, my seniors made me sit with my back to the stage - though i'm sure they didn't do that deliberately! - but I was too terrified to point that out to them!&lt;br /&gt;Another phenomenon you'll be introduced to at NITC is the 'fish pond'. Either its really called that or it just sounds like that to me! So this 'fish pond'thing is basically the dedication counter where i think you gotta pay too. Its supposed to be a fun thing but I've seen quite a few people fretting over the dedications they recieve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own fish pond story is quite sad. Everytime I've recieve a dedication, the guy'd come running to apologize and say that his friend or senior sent that! &lt;br /&gt;Poor me! I'm yet to recieve a dedication 'straight form the heart'!!&lt;br /&gt;Musical nite obviously means there's gonna be music, which sorta hints there'll be dance too, right? So dance there is, but that's not all. For its NITC and its OAT, even the heavens agree its got to be special. So everytime there's a musical nite, and there's music and there's dance, there's rain! And then the red color from the OAT stands comes off and spoils all our dresses!!&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the most interesting part, because this is totally from my own observation: there are two kinds, better say, categories of people at 'musical nite'. One category is people like me, who go with their friends, groups of girls or guys or maybe both, who go there to chat, dance and basically chill out! The other category of people turn up for their sweethearts! They sit side by side, talking into each other's ears - I don't know if they can really hear each other through all that noise and the rest of us jumping and dancing around them or if they just pretend to be able to, to us and to each other! Some of them appear really sweet but they are a class of their own, and I'm sorry if I hurt anyone by this interpretation of mine but I find it real funny! I'm just rude enough to admit it - I find them hell funny! But you know what? Everyone else thinks this way too, I'm only too blunt to admit it!&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I'd like to say about 'musical nite' is that there's yet to be one I thoroughly enjoyed or where I thought the music was nice, if not all that nice! My apologies to all offended, once again - I realise it takes a lot to put up a 'musical nite' but this is what I feel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-6183329582441063318?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6183329582441063318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=6183329582441063318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6183329582441063318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/6183329582441063318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/04/musical-nite-nitc.html' title='Musical Nite @ NITC'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SItE1pxpcAI/AAAAAAAAABo/C_wfzyKUncA/s72-c/TN_Colosseum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1728680062803862801.post-8013927402729643178</id><published>2008-04-10T08:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:00:38.481+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college life'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>...was the last working day of my first year. &lt;br /&gt;And we had this fancy dress kinda thing - we all wore long skirts to college. I did feel stupid going to college all decked up like that but it was kinda fun; something on my list of wacky things I did in college. All the people who didn't know what was up with us were kind of taken aback but most people were upto some crazy thing or the other today.&lt;br /&gt;Nice day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1728680062803862801-8013927402729643178?l=trishaconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8013927402729643178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1728680062803862801&amp;postID=8013927402729643178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8013927402729643178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1728680062803862801/posts/default/8013927402729643178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trishaconfessions.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-is-thursday-and-so-is-tomorrow.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Trisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05569672482895175669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hZQnZ9oz7Gs/SOx2Ad0oWCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/41diGps3NKs/S220/girl_reading_book_small15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
