<?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-21505371</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:25:37.836+05:30</updated><category term='sex and the city the movie'/><category term='NCR'/><category term='winters'/><category term='Under the Tuscan Sun'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Movie review'/><category term='getting married'/><category term='mobile phones'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='arushi talwar'/><category term='arushi talwar murder case'/><category term='Hindi films'/><category term='mobile manners'/><category term='thoughts on marriage'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='urban village'/><category term='Bollywood'/><category term='arushi murder case media'/><category term='media&apos;s role in arushi murder case'/><category term='journal'/><category term='tv soaps'/><category term='taking the plunge'/><category term='homes'/><category term='aarushi'/><category term='NCR Culture'/><category term='Ghajini'/><category term='gurgaon'/><category term='fashion sense'/><category term='gurgaon culture'/><category term='The House by Danielle Steele'/><category term='review'/><category term='nuisance of tele-selling marketing'/><category term='news channel role in arushi murder case'/><category term='comments'/><category term='engaged'/><category term='opinion on marriage'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>Pritika's Cafe</title><subtitle type='html'>A little cafe of a blog, with tid bits of nuances, a few personal experiences, basically, a place for me to share my life with others as i hope to share a bit of everyone else's :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-242609373052253378</id><published>2008-12-29T12:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:10:18.102+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghajini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bollywood'/><title type='text'>Ghajini - An Honest Review</title><content type='html'>Why did they name the movie after the villain beats me. Especially a villain who is quite simply the regular ‘black’ bad character appearing in most Hindi films – if it was someone like Sir Anthony Hopkins in the ‘Silence of the Lambs’ I could have appreciated the reason for naming the film after someone so fascinatingly cruel that it boggles the mind for days afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the protagonist, Aamir Khan is charming BUT that’s where it ends for me. His clothes in the songs make him look like someone who dances monkeys for a living. He wears a linen trouser with an open shirt to show off his six-pack, a dupatta wrapped around his neck – seriously, I would love to use the same dupatta to strangle the costume designer who even messed up the corporate look.&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood, you have no clue about the corporate world or its culture and it really comes through. When Aamir is introduced as the CEO of Air Cell mobile company, he enters the frame wearing a short sleeve shirt rolled even shorter – making him look like an undertaker or a wrestler in his formal best. He always has 3 cars following him even as he wishes to take a leak. He sends his company’s top honchos to persuade a woman to place their company’s billboard on her rooftop – and guess what, at first, they don’t even bother to find out if it’s really her home or not (that part comes in later).&lt;br /&gt;What CEO goes from place to place short listing sites for hoardings? It does show him as a proactive guy, but I’m guessing he should have much important matters to attend to and not waste his time on a recce. You have qualified people to handle your advertising space.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Aamir’s speech at the office – it’s a motivational speech with no clue as to what direction the company should take in terms of future growth. I’m not expecting a whole deep dive into telecommunications technology, but a few words here and there to make me feel that the director doesn’t feel his audience is stupid and he actually bothered to do additional research would have been really appreciated.  All this really distracted me from buying into the story for believing in the story. No I didn’t 100% connect to it unlike RDB.&lt;br /&gt;Aamir’s acting was undoubtedly very good. The action, his animal-like anger and his show of power were scenes to watch out for. Asin’s character too was sweet and believable. She was like a much needed breath of fresh air. &lt;br /&gt;In the 2nd half, the film finally got rolling as we get to the 2nd part of his love story. It did have its moments there.  But overall, not what I expected from a film that Amir Khan chose to act in. I have high expectations because he’s an intelligent actor, I hope he will choose films more cautiously in future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-242609373052253378?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/242609373052253378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=242609373052253378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/242609373052253378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/242609373052253378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghajini-honest-review.html' title='Ghajini - An Honest Review'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-6781998749158556774</id><published>2008-06-07T22:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:24:07.217+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city the movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>The Sex &amp; The City Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ere9Fer8MI4/SErFE8T4ePI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGIO5v_9Ugc/s1600-h/sex&amp;amp;thecity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192607707068658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ere9Fer8MI4/SErFE8T4ePI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGIO5v_9Ugc/s320/sex%26thecity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ere9Fer8MI4/SErFFgepSPI/AAAAAAAAACc/VV4FcpX0PDg/s1600-h/sex&amp;amp;thecity2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192617415887090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ere9Fer8MI4/SErFFgepSPI/AAAAAAAAACc/VV4FcpX0PDg/s320/sex%26thecity2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I absolutely loved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the movie! Sex and the city had something for any woman/girl at any stage of her life! Carrie Bradshaw - the ultimate brand diva looks great at 40 when she decides to get married to her long time beau John James Preston, also known as "Big" after a practical, unromatic discussion about living arrangements once they decide to move in together. What follows is an interesting cocktail (wackier than cosmos!) of heartbreaks, babies and bikini waxes. Samantha (the 50 year old self confessed sex addict) is adorable in the movie as she substitues food for the sex she's unable to get from her current boyfriend. The labels in the movie are just mind boggling as the 4 girls strut their stuff in the best names in the business. Watch this movie with your girlfriends for great laughs, some truths that hit home and loads of eye candy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;p.s. please leave your inhibitions and husbands/boyfriends who are too macho to admit they like the movie, at home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-6781998749158556774?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6781998749158556774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=6781998749158556774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/6781998749158556774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/6781998749158556774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-city-movie.html' title='The Sex &amp; The City Movie'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ere9Fer8MI4/SErFE8T4ePI/AAAAAAAAACU/gGIO5v_9Ugc/s72-c/sex%26thecity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-8695635426962531383</id><published>2008-05-24T21:38:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:59:26.577+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news channel role in arushi murder case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aarushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arushi talwar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='media&apos;s role in arushi murder case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arushi talwar murder case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arushi murder case media'/><title type='text'>Arushi Murder Case</title><content type='html'>Arushi Talwar was murdered in her bedroom on May 15th. Till date, nobody knows the true story. Her father has been arrested and still claims innocence. Her mother, Nupur Talwar broke her silence today, on Arushi's birthday, to tell the media that her husband is not a killer. Coincidentally, Dr. Durani, a "family friend" who shared a dental clinic with the Talwars also broke her silence today to clear her name from her alleged affair with Dr. Talwar and to pronounce him innocent in her eyes. Today, Dr. Talwar's lawyer has cited bail on grounds of ill-health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny is that all three things happened today - perhaps in a well-planned media attempt to have Dr. Talwar get bail by Monday, the weekend is the perfect time to get public sympathy. What's even stranger is NDTV's attempt since day 1 to showcase this case as an example of media's insensitivity in covering a sensational murder like this. Dr. Talwar was finally arrested and even then, NDTV continues to be sympathetic to the family. While the point they are trying to make re: the mis-handling of this case and harming the reputation of the family, is correct to an extent, but NDTV should also balance this view with some of the more glaring facts of this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nupur Talwar, Arushi's mother gave a "special appearance" for NDTV today, she was asked not one question pertaining to her daughter's murder - she was only called to garner public sympathy by saying things like, "my husband is not a murderer". Why could they have not asked her things like, "if the murder is still at large as you claim, then how is it that the murder locked the house from outside while leaving and left you the keys?" or that, "How come you and your husband's statements don't match re: how Arushi was found that morning?" or, "You say you woke up when the maid came in, but your husband was making phone calls since 6 am and there was a call made from the landline to Hemraj's mobile...were you sleeping through all this?", mrs. Talwar was already awake when the maid came and she threw the house keys from the balconey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Talwar's driver Umesh was asked to keep Arushi's mattress on the terrace, then he should have been questioned more intensively by the police as to who asked him to do this. But, he still hasn't been questioned as was aired this evening on the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NDTV's involvement in helping the Talwar's since day one is also the result of a very high profile PR activity and the credibility of this channel in my view has gine down drastically given the unresolved questions in this case. Barkha Dutt who wanted to champion the cause of invading the privacy of a dead 14 year old forgets that if it wasn't for the snoopy news channels, this case would have been closed within a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-8695635426962531383?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/8695635426962531383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=8695635426962531383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/8695635426962531383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/8695635426962531383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2008/05/arushi-murder-case.html' title='Arushi Murder Case'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-301563769873038037</id><published>2007-10-05T19:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:49:52.403+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urban village'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gurgaon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCR Culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gurgaon culture'/><title type='text'>How To Know If You're In Gurgaon...</title><content type='html'>Okay, if you've lost direction and were headed towards the NCR...here are some useful tips that'll help you figure out if you've reachedGurgaon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You encounter 5 portholes a minute&lt;br /&gt;2. The bulls on the roads have horns bigger than anything you've seen particularly when compared to the puny horned bulls of Delhi&lt;br /&gt;3. The dirt car parking lot guy has seperate parking rates for the weekend and weekdays!&lt;br /&gt;4. You see more malls than people&lt;br /&gt;5. You see more cars than people&lt;br /&gt;6. You see more buildings with more cars and more parking space than people&lt;br /&gt;7. People from all walks of life carry a laptop regardless of job description.&lt;br /&gt;8. The cobbler has a much advertised mobile number and offers free home delivery and pick-up and is thinking of acquiring an ISO Certification soon.&lt;br /&gt;9. The same cobbler is eyeing a posh office space to open his new branch of 'footwear repair innovation' targetted at corporates whose shoes might break during office hours.&lt;br /&gt;10. If you're working in an ad agency in Delhi, you're proabably handling his account.&lt;br /&gt;11. Everyone buys groceries from Spencer's&lt;br /&gt;12. In gurgaon, you've truly have a 'global' job when: your boss sits in an office halfway across the world and you work from home and connect using your neighbour's wi-fi to communicate with your local office which is just down the road.&lt;br /&gt;13. When you enter a mall, and see a whole bunch village people, you're filled with respect because you know they come from money, own expensive cars, have big political contacts and some not so legal contacts as well and if they're last name is anything like Chautala or Hooda, you might end up bowing politely to them.&lt;br /&gt;14. And lastly, when using the toilets remember: the flushes flush automatically (not always at appropriate times though) and the water from taps have sensors (which may or may not work - subject to strategic placement of hands under the tap at the correct angle at which the sensor can detect movement and urge the water to flow out!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-301563769873038037?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/301563769873038037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=301563769873038037' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/301563769873038037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/301563769873038037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-know-if-youre-in-gurgaon.html' title='How To Know If You&apos;re In Gurgaon...'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-5922511280149185633</id><published>2007-08-27T14:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:04:21.956+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The House by Danielle Steele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under the Tuscan Sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homes'/><title type='text'>The House</title><content type='html'>Last week i read this really interesting book by DS. Yes i love reading romantic fiction, but this book was more about finding yourself than romance. I bought the book on the spot because after i read the story description i remembered i once had a strikingly similiar idea for a screenplay long back. The story about a woman going through a rough patch in her life and she stumbles upon a house, a big one which has remained unloved for years. A structure that wants to tell its own story to one who'd care to listen and restore it back to health. As she restores the house, she's able to restore her life and piece it back together by getting rid of what (and who) caused clutter in her life. The House by DS was on a subject very close to my heart and she did justice to the concept. I felt happy and hopeful that life is full of possibilities after reading the book. We just forget to be open to exciting possibilities - which Danielle Steele's books always remind me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've ever seen the movie 'Under the Tuscan Sun', it too is a great story of a woman finding herself a villa in Tuscany. I've always wanted to own grand homes across the world (i still feverently do!). My fascination with homes could also do with the fact that my grandad owned a palatial mansion in Kuala Lumpur of which i have fond childhood memories. It was almost auctioned when i was 10 when my grandfather expired. It was 12 years later that i was able to set eyes on it again, when it belonged to someone else. It was painful to see but i was not without the desire of having it for my family again. Something always wants to relive former memories of glorious days which is why we keep going back, trying to pick up a piece of ourselves from a happy past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-5922511280149185633?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/5922511280149185633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=5922511280149185633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/5922511280149185633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/5922511280149185633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2007/08/house.html' title='The House'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-6086579699400212252</id><published>2007-08-19T23:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:42:30.448+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting married'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts on marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking the plunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion on marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Taking The Plunge...</title><content type='html'>As the time comes closer, the heart goes pitter-patter (sorry for sounding 'Oh-so English'! but no better word to describe it!). The impending wedding in December that i spoke about earlier has been well-worth the wait. For one, i've discovered that i can be this mean person who screams and cries at the drop of a hat (cellphone might be more apt) and the person i'm about to marry keeps his calm. Infact, it is at times like these when he becomes this loving caring virtuso. He does have his moment and his failings like the countless times when he's promised to wake up and go jogging with me, or invest some of his money in relatively safe investments, things that i'm hopeful will happen some day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he cleaned up my computer table and re-did the wiring so that my PC, laptop and another gadget could all work together. Trust me, i'm greatful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you tell people you're engaged, they immediately place you in a category which is something i've been grappling with to this day. You're placed in the 'not available - therefore not hot-therefore invisible-therefore of no consequence box'. Its weird. Okay i understand that i'm not single anymore which clearly is a sign that i;m not available either, but lately i've noticed that my presence being of no consequence as compared to my single counterparts really ticks me off! Like at work, everyone will hear what this single cute chick has to say and when she says lets all go for coffee, everyone goes for coffee. I on the other hand have to cajole my way through *sigh*. The only people who are willing to have coffee with me are the other married women in my office...its like everyone leaves us alone. But the funny thing is, since i'm not yet married, they don't fully accept me in their clan either! So between the singles and the totally married, i am in between worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole transition thing is really getting to me, because i often wonder, even after i'm married, i'll still be the same person...but to make sure i'm not categorised differently, i'll have to wear a different attitude alongwith the magalsutra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-6086579699400212252?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6086579699400212252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=6086579699400212252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/6086579699400212252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/6086579699400212252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-plunge.html' title='Taking The Plunge...'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-4011838848235565529</id><published>2007-07-07T01:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-07T02:03:21.515+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Heavens are calling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/DSC00060-780709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/DSC00060-780702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/DSC00059-764493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/DSC00059-764488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, the changing colours of the sky have begun to fascinate me, the brilliant optimistic blues contrasting with the mysterious deep blues in the evening sky are simply ethreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The colours of the sky are more different during the rainy season than otherwise, try observing that. Its as if the sky's getting a good spring cleaning these days :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-4011838848235565529?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4011838848235565529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=4011838848235565529' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/4011838848235565529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/4011838848235565529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2007/07/heavens-are-calling.html' title='The Heavens are calling...'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-6163210904475129715</id><published>2007-04-13T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:19:31.989+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When doves cry...</title><content type='html'>Prince's song has inspired me to write a few lines to what i think what its like when doves cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the fight's all gone out of you...&lt;br /&gt;when all that remains are ashes and feathers of the dance of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the cry of an innocent embeds itself in your soul&lt;br /&gt;you cry, you laugh, both at the same time, knowing no one can hear you&lt;br /&gt;wishing that someone would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you watch yourself in the mirror as you cry&lt;br /&gt;amused at how distorted your face can look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when dreams change or when you have no more&lt;br /&gt;no wish to dream anymore&lt;br /&gt;no new paths to  create&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melancholy sets in&lt;br /&gt;creativity dies&lt;br /&gt;desires melt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distant dreams remain so&lt;br /&gt;life is nowhere close to what you imagined it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;am i dying a new death?&lt;br /&gt;living a new life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this how it is when doves cry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-6163210904475129715?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/6163210904475129715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=6163210904475129715' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/6163210904475129715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/6163210904475129715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-doves-cry.html' title='When doves cry...'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-3130075489549404304</id><published>2007-03-31T00:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-31T00:55:03.888+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engaged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Engaged to be married...</title><content type='html'>Nobody ever told me about this, i wasn't prepared for the force of it. In a second, a decision changed my life, my outlook, life as i knew it would never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catalyst for change i'm talking about is marriage. No, i'm not married. My current status is 'semi-married', and if there isn't such a term, well, i just created it, because i'm experiencing it! Hence this state exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am engaged to a wonderful person, our wedding date is set for dec 2007. People sometimes smirk and say, "you won't be able to hold out for that long...have you ever heard of a year long engagement in our culture?" The culture in question here is punjabi. Anyway, my point is, i couldn't agree more with those snide remarks, but my reasons are vastly different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day our wedding date was set, i realised that no decision regarding my wedding would be based on my approval. All details from my wedding dress to the venue would be based on practicality and convenience. If i favoured a plan, it will be ditched, because whatever the youngest (spolied come automatically to my mind here) daughter wants, can't be practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i have given up all decisions regarding the wedding plans keeping in mind that what's more significant is the fact that i get to spend the rest of my life with someone i cherish (i hear more snide remarks coming my way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot is changing, the family that i loved, the aunts, everyone is suddenly on the attack, filled with a volley of advice that they constanlty hurl at me in shifts, "don't buy a new wedding outfit, use my daughters one, she got married in 1995", to things like, "keep your fiance under your thumb, get to him to do only what you want", "don't show him your fondness for him, let him come begging to you", "Don't encourage him to drink". Well meaning advice??? I don't really think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like beer, he likes beer. We drink something like once in two weeks, how can i discourage even that? Not show him how fond i am of him? Have him beg me all the time? Isn't that disrespectful to the one i love and have decided to marry? Keep him under my thumb? We usually agree on most things, and if we don't i'd respect that and he would respect my opinion and we'd try to work a middle path. If manipulating things is how i'd get my way around him, i'd rather be single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was far more fun before parents got involved. Earlier it was okay to go out and watch a movie, once we were engaged, everyone became hyper for a while, but yes, now things are certainly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, if anyone ever decides to get married, and if you know the person well, do it in an instant and get minimum relatives involved. If you need a long engagement, then i pray that you have reasonably sane parents, who don't think you're making out each time their back is turned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-3130075489549404304?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3130075489549404304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=3130075489549404304' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/3130075489549404304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/3130075489549404304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/engaged-to-married.html' title='Engaged to be married...'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-636062220377730095</id><published>2007-03-23T13:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:40:32.400+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile phones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile manners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuisance of tele-selling marketing'/><title type='text'>Mobile manners....</title><content type='html'>This is for the callers, there are some things that are largely being considered rude by the owners of cellphones, see if you agree with these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you recieve a call and don't want to talk for any reason (busy, or just busy!), you disconect the call, and the person keeps calling back! THAT IS RUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Call once, if disconnected, the person has SEEN your call and is BUSY. He or she may or MAY NOT want to talk o you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When you SMS someone especially during office hours (or any hours for that matter) and don't recieve a reply immediately, the reciever is NOT ignoring you! Not everyone is looking at their phones every one minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There is something known as SILENT MODE, which a lot of people use frequently. This means that when you call, and your call isn't answered right away, the reciever may have not seen your call. So leaving ten missed calls won't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse, i tend to disobey these rules from time to time, but only with those people that i'm at liberty to. Everyone's attitude towards mobile phones should be, 'My mobile is for MY convenience - not for everyone else's'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, don't hold it against someone if they didn't return your call, its easy to forget, but yeah if it happening constantly, you may not be a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping a few tele-callers read these and when they do talk t me over the phone, they don't demand answers as to why i didn't take their calls. That's real rude. Cellphones are a good thing, but misuse and lack of respect for another person's privacy is increasingly being voilated.&lt;br /&gt;People, i'd really like your comments and views on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-636062220377730095?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/636062220377730095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=636062220377730095' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/636062220377730095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/636062220377730095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2007/03/mobile-manners.html' title='Mobile manners....'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-3559692961198285884</id><published>2007-01-19T16:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-20T14:26:48.461+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gurgaon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winters'/><title type='text'>Gurgaon's fashion sense</title><content type='html'>Its neurotic at times...seriously speaking, this winter i was hoping to spot people in my lil hip village wearing sophisticated winter clothes...i was thinking tweed jackets and overcoats, chic business suits worn by the ladies. I did see some, but too few. What i did see in excess (which i didn't need to see, really) was a plethora of ugly u-pointed woollen caps. Moms, girls, boys, uncles, babies, puppies, everyone was wearing them!!! And then there was the enthusiastic but short-lived trend of the pointed red santa caps with a little white ball on the tip. It was being sold aplenty by the roadside, even the dhaba guys near the Convergys building were wearing them! Though that did look cute, as if they were trying to be festive in the grimy surrounds :) it did make me feel nice. But otherwise, it looked silly and overdone really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip of the week:&lt;br /&gt;This ugly thing i've noticed is applicable not only to the men and women of gurgaon but of delhi as well. Low rise jeans HAVE TO BE WORN WITH A BELT and the the belt must work!!! The unsightly things one can see when you're innocently bending and admiring something else, should be avoided! Please. This is a message in the interest of the public. Either wear high-rise undies or tight belts :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Good :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-3559692961198285884?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/3559692961198285884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=3559692961198285884' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/3559692961198285884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/3559692961198285884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2007/01/gurgaons-fashion-sense.html' title='Gurgaon&apos;s fashion sense'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-4211337920320487159</id><published>2006-11-23T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-23T13:10:09.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv soaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Wild West Delhi Women!!!</title><content type='html'>Uff! I hit my hand to my forehead even before i can begin telling you about this one! Last night was when my sweet lil cousin bro asked me to attend his friend's sangeet with him...i asked him where it was..."some five star" he said, i agreed and dressed to avoid the chill...a long overcoat, heels, and a nice black top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, we missed something here, the 'five-star hotel' was in pitampura...oops! Anyway, 'how bad can it be? i thought? just a bunch of folks celebrating...and i get some daaru in my belly...what else could one ask for?', He missed telling me more, "My friend's a sardar", 'OH-KAY THEN!', Bracing myself for loud music and lotsa chicken we kept going, into the darkness of the night, through the ghettos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that caught my eye when we entered was the sight of yellow fur...a human size canary was preening all over the place and had left her little trademarks a.k.a. little yellow feathers all over the chairs the stage, i'm sure everyone had a little feather on them sometime during the night...she was the groom to be's sister...hoo boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was carrying a yellow feather stole...i mean can you believe it???? Her outfit was yellow, and if i could see her facial features, i'm sure her lips and eyes would be yellow too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as i had enough time to adapt to her style of dressing...there passed by a whole parade of razzlers and dazzlers...or chamakchallos if you prefer...so much shiny stuff...not only on their outfits but on their faces and hair as well...i wonder if they've ever heard of the term, "inner glow" or "radiance"? To them these concepts would have reached as 10X the volume or shimmer..or whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were those aunties who were wearing revealing stuff...cross-backed fully embroidered outfits that did nothing for the way they looked...maybe it did for the way their husbands looked because all that jazz don't come for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post on the dress sense of the men in west delhi, i think i overlooked the fact that women here dress weirdly as well...but why? Why can't you try and look beautiful instead of trashy? Why are the vamps of hindi daytime soaps your inspiration? Of which reminds me, this lady who was like in her late thrities had on a CLOTH PATCH on her back as a tattoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!!! its TRUE!!! People actually do that in real life!!! This leads me to declaring Exta Kapoor and her natak paltan as a serious hazard to our comrades (i'm not socialist!) in west delhi...they need help...save em!!! Please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-4211337920320487159?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4211337920320487159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=4211337920320487159' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/4211337920320487159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/4211337920320487159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/wild-west-delhi-women.html' title='Wild West Delhi Women!!!'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-4702279355790320526</id><published>2006-11-22T17:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:31:07.469+05:30</updated><title type='text'>After the rains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/22-11-06_1706-726039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/22-11-06_1706-719728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/22-11-06_1708-715272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/22-11-06_1708-711003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today the rains swept into our little town like an unexpected, but very welcome visitor! It was a sunny day but constant gusts of cool winds made it pleasant...just a hour back, the rain drummed upon the roofs of gurgaon, announcing its presence...the air was infused with the scent of silt...it was chilly, yet perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Skeeter was with me, and just like the rain, she was a very sudden and very welcome visitor! We ate sweet potatoes from the street vendor as we marched up back into the haven of the mall...the scents from body shop au naturel products pleasantly lingering on to us...aah days as beautiful as this are hard to come by...it was perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for small blessings :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-4702279355790320526?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4702279355790320526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=4702279355790320526' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/4702279355790320526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/4702279355790320526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-rains.html' title='After the rains...'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-4186916089188697210</id><published>2006-11-14T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-14T23:14:25.662+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gurgaon at Dusk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/27-10-06_1724-778031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/27-10-06_1725-783553.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/27-10-06_1721-781066.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-4186916089188697210?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/4186916089188697210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=4186916089188697210' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/4186916089188697210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/4186916089188697210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/gurgaon-at-dusk.html' title='Gurgaon at Dusk'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-1990719889642772332</id><published>2006-11-14T18:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:42:40.885+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>Today was the worst of all days...never felt this low...even when things were bad...i never let myself feel so bad...but today, i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go attend a class but on my way i changed my mind, bought two ultramilds and began, yet again driving aimlessly with stupid truck drivers staring and honking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but after such a long time i feel compelled to smoke again, i feel like i can't handle things, or i don't want to in a rational manner. Anyway after one and a half hours of driving i decided to visit a lil cafe on arjun marg called sweet obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to be alone so in the middle of my second chai this really nice looking man who i assumed, was having his late lunch at 3pm said hello...i responded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "you're looking sad today..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...we all have our days i guess.."&lt;br /&gt;He came over and sat at my table...His name was David, an american from San Fransisco...he's a spiritual tur guide who comes to India twice a year with an entire group of people...they go to places like rishikesh and calcutta...he lives life on the principles of parmahansa yoginanda...we talked about a lot of things except why i was sad, because that disappeared the moment the conversation began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never spoken so freely with a stranger before but it felt nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up and leave, and though it had been a nice time chatting...we didn't exchange any contact information because i guess we both knew that in life people come and go, what's important is the one moment you share with happiness sans give or take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely afternoon mr. david, i hope you'll always be the smiling cheerful person that you are. You made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-1990719889642772332?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/1990719889642772332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=1990719889642772332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/1990719889642772332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/1990719889642772332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-116283499400291127</id><published>2006-11-06T23:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:24.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pillons and Pops</title><content type='html'>To whomever it may concern (though it should be of grave concern to anyone who's ever sat in a vehicle or has a family, so basically, its everyone),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to express my concern for families with 2.5 members or more. Families that cannot afford four wheel transport and rely mostly on two wheels to transport them from anywhere to anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little babies balanced precariously on the arms of a waiflike mother who is also trying her best not to let her saree come undone, the handbag, the heavy poly bag with maybe the day's groceries, the baby is almost lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't care about the groceries or the poly bags, what i do care about are the babies. The future, our future. You know, this callousness in terms of  every aspect of child care in India pisses me off BIG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We show clear disregard for a child's safety, yet if chunnu wants an extra chocolate (yes chunnu is a boy), chunnu shall get it! And not because he has earned it either...that much is pretty clear even to chunnu, he has a weener, so he figures that little people with weeners get pretty much what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to all reading this, i know this is not true for a lot of educated families rich or poor, my mail is purely targetted at people who are sleep walking their lives away, and in this case, in terms of child care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the point, my question to you is, WOULD HAVE A CHILD IF YOU CANNOT AFFORD TO OWN AND SUSTAIN A CAR? MUCH LESS A WIFE? (wife part is a different story, many budgets to choose from!) anyway, back to my question, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think its fair to bring a child in this world if you can't even bother to learn how to hold your infant properly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal take on this would be this, before having a child, i would need sensitivity and a great deal of it directed at my baby's needs before i can even concieve the IDEA of having one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes in the money part, desire always preceeds the means so finances are a close second. I know this stuff might sound elementary to most of you, but nobody ever talks about it...i wonder if anyone ever thinks about this stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like a bill to be passed that bans pillon riders from piling up, i.e. not 2.5 people, but a maximum of 2. No third child standing in the front while papaji goes from karol bagh till baljeet nagar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know your views on this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-116283499400291127?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116283499400291127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=116283499400291127' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/116283499400291127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/116283499400291127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/11/pillons-and-pops.html' title='Pillons and Pops'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-116205763086642243</id><published>2006-10-28T23:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:23.685+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he listens as i speak of the oceans&lt;br /&gt;my words ebb and flow like waves&lt;br /&gt;the tide hasn't yet arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid of baring my soul&lt;br /&gt;he hasn't yet,  i don't know if he ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i let down my pride&lt;br /&gt;told him my troubles then bitterly cried.&lt;br /&gt;found this hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life feels so overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how i can reach out i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know, hope it all works out for the best.&lt;br /&gt;really wish i could tell him all openly so he could comfort me but i couldn't,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like life's gonna be one unexpected ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-116205763086642243?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116205763086642243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=116205763086642243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/116205763086642243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/116205763086642243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-listens-as-i-speak-of-oceans-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-116201487401823794</id><published>2006-10-28T11:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:23.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A slice of heaven</title><content type='html'>I took this picture at 8:45 am today. Didn't know that the haze would affect the lighting and make it look like early pm. I love the effect though. Its gorgeous. Seems like a still from heaven :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/28-10-06_0852-741230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/28-10-06_0852-738394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-116201487401823794?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/116201487401823794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=116201487401823794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/116201487401823794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/116201487401823794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/10/slice-of-heaven.html' title='A slice of heaven'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-115946328930445118</id><published>2006-09-28T22:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:23.077+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I just let the words flow ceaselessly, no ‘topic’ on my mind here…its like what the wise have been saying…stay in the moment, focus on it and you will enjoy life a lot more…just trying to incorporate that I guess J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so difficult at times and its then that one learns to enjoy it…right now life is hard, my career is getting a serious start…I’m at that age when I can’t escape and say, “oh, I’ll work later…I’m bored of my job”, not a princess anymore J though I do want to own an empire…so queen’s more like it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to run or escape to, this is what makes me feel more grown-up…and when you face shit at work you without thought try to pass it onto others, making it a bad environment for everyone to work in…I stopped myself just in time and corrected that so I’m happy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing through my struggles I will not give up is the good in me. The person who is an idealist. I won’t stop believing in people and the miracles that they can achieve because if I or you stop doing that and become people who ‘know it all’ then we can’t go too far and we won’t be much fun to hang around with…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives our enriched by people and people are complicated. They cause more troubles than ease at times and yet, life without each other would be bland…so before we complain or put someone down, we should think for a second as to how that person really contributes to anyone or anything…maybe that would make us more tolerable people, people who are sophisticated in a truer sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have forgotten to take a moment before we speak, think or act…life could be a lot worse…remember that, and smile for all the nice things you have in your life Today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-115946328930445118?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115946328930445118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=115946328930445118' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115946328930445118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115946328930445118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/09/today-i-just-let-words-flow.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-115929466438189099</id><published>2006-09-26T23:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:22.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>of mallika sherawats and roadside dhabas...in true haryanvi style!</title><content type='html'>Today, of all days was romantic yet hectic...i wish cellphones could be switched off without having to hear the other person complaining as to why or how could you do such an unfair thing to them. To them??? hah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a date, in three parts, on the same day! The day started with me visiting cocoa cola's office (i NEVER consume aerated drinks no matter what they say!) then i met up with cute punjabi guy to watch pyaar ke side effects, barring the irritant phone calls, the movie was brilliant...okay, maybe not brilliant, but entertaining for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mallika sherawat was...well, pure mallika, outright, bold, unafraid of being wrong...and mr. bose, seems to have lost his intellectual superiority complex which is a welcome change! This was one coupling i was dying to see! And guess what! It paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the spirit of the true haryanvi, we headed off in the general direction of well, haryana! Basically, we stopped way before the toll booth on NH 8 but the drive was nice, there was quite an interesting  scattering of people &amp; sights to see...like a little girl in a salwar kameez outside a tea stall, squatting on the roadside and scrubbing the tea pan with all her might....a white chevrolet parked beside a hut in a farmland and a few prosperous looking farmers sitting around and discussing things with an air of pride and respect...a look that i rarely see on people's faces any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after rejecting a dhaba because of its dismal air, we were able to find one which was perfect, because a) We were the only patrons, b) the propreitor had planted some white flowers in small rectangles spaced evenly from each other which made it look dreamy and happy...there were also two very interesting looking rooms made entirely of bamboo sticks one was called the VIP room simply because it had a fan, and the second one was called a family room, though why a family would want to sit there evades me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sitting there in the setting sun watching the highway traffic speed past and a cool breeze playing with us, the setting couldnt have been better! Ofcourse the chai was yummy, i could'nt believe that a dhaba would serve tea with such little amounts of sugar...the pakoras were good too, but right now my tummy's started complaining mildly...let's hope all is well until tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parted ways at 8 and a hour later as i went out for an after dinner walk, we met again! I'm not one for taking risks at all, they scare me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was surely worth taking, and i'm so glad he didnt insist on making me stay for a little while longer...I ran back home like a 'fraidy rabbit when we said goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is being sweet to me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a beautiful day :)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-115929466438189099?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115929466438189099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=115929466438189099' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115929466438189099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115929466438189099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-mallika-sherawats-and-roadside.html' title='of mallika sherawats and roadside dhabas...in true haryanvi style!'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-115911944308412878</id><published>2006-09-24T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:22.362+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wine &amp; Tonino...</title><content type='html'>Sounds like the perfect evening? Yes it was! A little walk through a cobbled and lit passage way that delicately  threaded its way through a garden, a lovely cool evening breeze beckoning us to stay outdoors and yet, we could'nt help but step inside the welcoming, dimly lit interiors of tonino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked to be seated at the waiting area for drinks preceeding dinner because well, it was beautifully lit with big candles and the sofas were very comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a woman, it was a perfect place because everything there was a compliment, the flickering candle lights, the music, the fragrance, the courtesy...yes, it makes you a romantic even if you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, i was smitten :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was a cross between swing jazz (some of it latin) and some romantic songs, none of the variety that you might have heard a zillion times before. Infact, it seemed like it had been handpicked by someone with a great love for music and the place because it complemented both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lighting was a key factor to enjoying the place. Dont ever go there if you're in a hurry, its perfect for 4-hour lunches or even dinner for that matter and the authentic fire heated oven makes for interesting viewing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the food...it was yummy. You won't love it right away, nope, especially not if your taste buds have been spoilt by butter chicken and dal makhani or even spaghetti makhani (which is what you'll get in most food courts!). No, this is a place where you need to taste with your senses, all of em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of freshly ground pepper, the authentic sun dried sour tomatoes...the taste of extra virgin olive oil and a glass of red wine (in this case, two :) )...very sensual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i've hopelessly fallen for a place that's run the way i'd like to run my own restaurant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah says, God is in the details, at Tonino, i couldnt agree more, even the walk to the ladies room was a pleasure, the layout of the washrooms was something like a maze that the aztecs contrived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure, and even more so with the person who introduced me to it :) thank you, i can't do it enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-115911944308412878?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115911944308412878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=115911944308412878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115911944308412878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115911944308412878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/09/wine-tonino.html' title='Wine &amp; Tonino...'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-115877314009533203</id><published>2006-09-20T22:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:22.105+05:30</updated><title type='text'>United Coffee House</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here we were the bpt gang at CP...wondering where to go before our minds produced a big '0' like the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"United coffee house!" i said...tiny said, "why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dd said "okay" (poor guy, didnt know what he just agreed to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said, (in my best whiny, traumatised, deprived kid voice) "well because as a kid, i've always wanted to go there!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they didnt have a choice but to comply..hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, i have always wanted to go there...i thought that the day i would, i'd be alone and i would be this gorgeous mysetyreious 30 something sipping...well maybe not a cosmo, but let's settle for...an old monk with coke! And i'd be all alone and people would look at me and wonder, "who is she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes i have strange fantasies, and trust me as you get to know me, they just get quirkier! But anyhow, here we were, the three of us, i, looking nowhere close to the mysterious lonesome lady...and thankfully, not close to my 30s yet...the place was packed and the crowd could be segregated into two groups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. the leering politician types&lt;br /&gt;b. the relatively decent and non-leering politician types&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us were marched up to the first floor and seated next to some leering types who thankfully, i could not see from my vantage point. Tiny could, and she was upset...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered some chai and samosas (which i hated) and some sandwiches (which i liked)...i loved pouring the tea from the tea pot and figuring out how to use em tea bag strainers...i love pouring milk into tea water...when the milky colour bursts into a bright tan, it looks so happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in refusing my childhood fantasy of this place being crushed, i commented, "you know! this feels like a girls meal out, just like sex and the city, except that dd's a guy and well, sex is off limits, " i grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both sighed in unison and ignored me, i swear sometimes i feel like this overtly talkative kid in their company whose grown up mates ignore him/her and then i just sipped my tea in silence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, point is, i still somehow liked the place because it has the distinct flavour of delhi in it, impersonally busy, lots of politics (alongwith the dunhills, its pretty much in the air!)...the food and the service reminds me of the chelmsford club, slow distracted yet things somehow manage to get done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it, and i'm going there again, maybe in my older woman garb! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-115877314009533203?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115877314009533203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=115877314009533203' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115877314009533203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115877314009533203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/09/united-coffee-house.html' title='United Coffee House'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-115799810892728101</id><published>2006-09-11T23:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:21.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-115799810892728101?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115799810892728101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=115799810892728101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115799810892728101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115799810892728101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-115799700032238231</id><published>2006-09-11T22:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:21.437+05:30</updated><title type='text'>men and fashion and west delhi!</title><content type='html'>Yes, if you combine these three things i.e. men, fashion and west delhi, what you have my friends, is a receipie for disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine this, tight red sleevless t-shirt, hairy skinny arms, a belt with a buckle bigger than...oh well...you cant blame one for being ambitious! You get the drift! If you witness all this on one person, you've just met the West Delhi Man! He has an obvious accent (british or american, we're still figuring out!), a big car, big wallet, a big mouth complemented by a bigger ego....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one is subjected to such glaring 'fashion' , one wonders what happened to good old classic dressing? Men in tuxedoes, or if casual, then simply in classic colours? A girl looking for her prince charming would be greatly disillusioned if she originally envisioned him in a white ralph lauren shirt and classic blue levi's. If that very combination were to emerge on a man from West delhi (somehow), the first five buttons would be undone to reveal an obviously shaved chest (yes, stubble shows there as well!!!), and maybe pointed toe shoes with metallic tips and oodles of gel and an overdose of Eternity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gasping for breath already! But the thing that discerns these men from the rest (read: boring, regular men!) is large bottoms that are stuffed into jeans or trousers, two sizes too small! yep, the effect? Something a packing and moving expert would take two hours to stuff in a bag, and everything below the waist looks as though its been 'ballooned'. It worked for Marlyin guys, sorry, its clearly not working for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the gait, well, think feigned nonchalance crossed with bulging bottoms oscillating rhythymically to a precise beat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As critical as it may sound, what's being really targetted here is the reflection of an attitude. An attitude that is passe, it needs to GO. Dudes, your women are far prettier and deserve way better, dont you think its time something changed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-115799700032238231?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/115799700032238231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=115799700032238231' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115799700032238231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/115799700032238231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/09/men-and-fashion-and-west-delhi.html' title='men and fashion and west delhi!'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-114925918843107143</id><published>2006-06-02T20:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:21.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In this Moment.</title><content type='html'>As I run barefoot over the sun kissed sand&lt;br /&gt;Alone, free and totally happy...&lt;br /&gt;As the sea breeze caresses my face, lovingly&lt;br /&gt;engulfing me with serenity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the first drop of rain falls onto my face...&lt;br /&gt;Bringing with it the secrets of the oceans..&lt;br /&gt;Their stormy stories, swept up by passion..&lt;br /&gt;All contained in a little diamond drop that traveled travelled thus far&lt;br /&gt;Makes a small trip further still, from cheek to jaw...&lt;br /&gt;Filling me with wonder and awe, at all that its been through&lt;br /&gt;Rising from the depths of the seas...to tell me tales of afar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift my head up to the skies and think once again...&lt;br /&gt;How grateful I am, to live a life so rich, so coloured with joy...&lt;br /&gt;Deepened by sorrow, enhanced by the senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so wonderful, i'm just getting to understand its effersevent essences!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-114925918843107143?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114925918843107143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=114925918843107143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114925918843107143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114925918843107143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-this-moment.html' title='In this Moment.'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-114881528514023402</id><published>2006-05-28T16:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:20.942+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Red Pickup Truck</title><content type='html'>I see a long winding road in the countryside, the way you would if you were in a helicopter. Fields, radiant with golden yellow harvests and right there, in the middle of it all, a bright red pickup truck making its way along the snake-like road. I watch from the skies. Having risen long ago from this world, I keep coming back to be with my daughter. The girl driving the red pickup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her face, radiant, yet her eyes are vacant. My ‘absence’ has made them so. On the radio plays a song. Our morning song. It cheered us up. She hums it absently, believing she is alone. If only she knew…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-114881528514023402?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114881528514023402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=114881528514023402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114881528514023402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114881528514023402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/05/red-pickup-truck.html' title='The Red Pickup Truck'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-114875189907031792</id><published>2006-05-27T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:20.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/04600028-744026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/04600028-737872.jpg" width="419" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise and shine! This could be your neighburhood, but are your eyes really open?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-114875189907031792?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114875189907031792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=114875189907031792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114875189907031792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114875189907031792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/05/rise-and-shine-this-could-be-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-114512253761393264</id><published>2006-04-15T22:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:20.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are tears in my eyes and a smile on my lips&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there is a little sunshine with a lot of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can fly real high in dreams...&lt;br /&gt;right before i really take off&lt;br /&gt;it helps sometimes&lt;br /&gt;to take leaps of faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart has bled enough, and now to music it shall sway&lt;br /&gt;today i'm down and there's a song on my lips&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there is a little sunshine with a lot of rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-114512253761393264?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114512253761393264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=114512253761393264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114512253761393264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114512253761393264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-are-tears-in-my-eyes-and-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-114443565027135836</id><published>2006-04-08T00:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:20.207+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unshackled</title><content type='html'>freedom is a thing of beauty...&lt;br /&gt;to want to be free inspires thoughts, actions and words that are far beyond the reach of the indidvidual mind...&lt;br /&gt;a free thought transcends everything...it lets us dream...it fuels our desire to reach out and create a profound effect...&lt;br /&gt;we are free when we know we deserve to be...nothing can come between us and our dreams once we realise this...&lt;br /&gt;the physical plane is slower to change, true change begins in the mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-114443565027135836?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114443565027135836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=114443565027135836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114443565027135836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114443565027135836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/04/unshackled_07.html' title='Unshackled'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-114374237525673541</id><published>2006-03-30T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:19.639+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sensuous Living...</title><content type='html'>Imagine…&lt;br /&gt;a cool breeze on a warm tropical afternoon…&lt;br /&gt;melting ice-cream tasted slowly…&lt;br /&gt;burning ice...liquid heat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the discreet purr of a grey Persian cat…&lt;br /&gt;over a Persian rug…&lt;br /&gt;distant tinkering of bells…like diamonds falling on glass…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensuality is the shape of black, emerging from shades of white…unfathomable…&lt;br /&gt;A drop of cream in a lake of coffee…slivers of white devoured by deep brown…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secret smiles…for secret reasons…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the play of violins over songs of silence…&lt;br /&gt;notes that stir the passions within…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the play of light over intense eyes…&lt;br /&gt;engrossed in listening through sight….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her long dark hair when it falls just right…&lt;br /&gt;shades of red…a flicker of delight…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm cake when fresh from the oven infused&lt;br /&gt;with intoxicating scents of ground coffee on a rainy afternoon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot on cold..&lt;br /&gt;demure…bold&lt;br /&gt;quixotic…mysterious…&lt;br /&gt;its elusive but not quite…&lt;br /&gt;sensuality is my way of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-114374237525673541?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-114217715478668317</id><published>2006-03-12T20:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:19.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My experiments with the camera....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Depth of field...well..almost!&lt;a href="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/garden-761512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/garden-753349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No filters? No problem! The car's windsheild does a perfect job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/fromcar-773500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.pritikasethi.com/uploaded_images/fromcar-766250.jpg" border="0" /&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/21505371-114217715478668317?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114217715478668317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=114217715478668317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114217715478668317'/><link 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/&gt;Heartache, tears, loneliness, grief…&lt;br /&gt;Whatever be your ailment…&lt;br /&gt;The cloak you choose to don…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile that you wear today,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that you feel…&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis all a masquerade…&lt;br /&gt; for the benefit of a passing parade..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whirlwind called life…&lt;br /&gt;sliced by a knife&lt;br /&gt;kept aside for dreams that may never be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put away and stored, and pretended ignored&lt;br /&gt;like pieces of the past&lt;br /&gt;that tore you apart&lt;br /&gt;never to be acknowledged, but you know they’re there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fragments of your soul long lost, are smidgen&lt;br /&gt;life was never meant to be a fancy fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about being one, then coming apart…&lt;br /&gt;then being whole again&lt;br /&gt;this is how it was always meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a diamond in the rough..&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of life is ethereal&lt;br /&gt;I’m no mystic myself…&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, this is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-114011655288419544?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/114011655288419544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=114011655288419544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114011655288419544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/114011655288419544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/02/diamond-in-rough.html' title='A diamond in the rough'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-113985577085875409</id><published>2006-02-13T23:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:18.899+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Look beyond...</title><content type='html'>post pain...the smiles come easily...&lt;br /&gt;once i surrendered...only to gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when hurt hurts&lt;br /&gt;and is difficult to bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when life's a mess...&lt;br /&gt;one rotten affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look beyond...its difficult...but try...&lt;br /&gt;lift up your head...and cease to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you're looking for, its right there...&lt;br /&gt;its been there too long...a lost and forgotten treasure,&lt;br /&gt;taken for granted in pursuits of a fragile pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is life itself i'm talkin' about...&lt;br /&gt;did you forget that walk in the clouds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when each day was filled with wonder anew,&lt;br /&gt;when the littlest things brought a smile to your lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the times you laughed at my quips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at it again, with a fresh perspective...&lt;br /&gt;i'm right here, to walk by side...&lt;br /&gt;your truest love,&lt;br /&gt;i am your soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's be friends again&lt;br /&gt;lets learn to live...&lt;br /&gt;your deepest sorrows haven't been lived in vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-113985577085875409?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113985577085875409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=113985577085875409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/113985577085875409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/113985577085875409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/02/look-beyond.html' title='Look beyond...'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-113942911765268399</id><published>2006-02-09T01:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:18.609+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My view on Rang De Basanti...</title><content type='html'>Every once in a person's lifetime there comes a film that touches a chord with the cynical, astray, self-possessed youth of that era. Rang de basanti is one such film. It starts on a humorous, outspoken note ( as would be characterised individually by the protagonists of the film).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after having lived my entire life in the capital, I can say I know all of them personally; I've encountered the deejays, sukkis, the ashfaqs and the die-hard (but maybe not so honest) patriots that this city breeds in its university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot is so cleverly contrived that at the end of the film, if my favourite characters decided to stage their non-violent dharna on the moon, I'd have been gung ho about it.&lt;br /&gt;This is what's so different about the movie, the characters. They're real. What they say, what they think, what they speak, their aspirations are all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so comfortable with them, that when they shot the minister of external affairs (a bad idea...I would have warned them) I, in all earnestness, felt an acute discomfort of being weighed down with a friend's dark secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The transitions from the past leaders to the transformation of today's youth, added a depth to the narrative, giving it a substance. However, I did feel that the revolutionary counterparts could have had a more convincing getup. In all honesty, the moustaches looked out of place, and their faces too fresh and unlined for what they were going through. Also, the past felt like a drag in some portions and could have been cut short to create a faster pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two transitions I liked best were the reconstruction of the Jallianwallah bagh tragedy and the recount of the torture and the one-hundred and something day fast that our heroes willingly undertook. These were best liked simply because they showed in greater detail something we took for granted and were able to see something new, a braver side of the Indian People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aamir Khan, was, as always brilliant. This 40-something actor never once made me feel like he was too old for the part he was playing. What more can I say about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film had many subtleties and nuances that only served to highlight the complexities between real human relationships. Soha Ali Khan was natural and comfortable in her character and siddharth can count on a new fan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film reminded me that i need to speak up as an Indian. Thank you for risking your money on such a thought-provoking subject (a big no-no for most producers). Thank you for doing what you truly believed in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-113942911765268399?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113942911765268399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=113942911765268399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/113942911765268399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/113942911765268399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-view-on-rang-de-basanti.html' title='My view on Rang De Basanti...'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-113845522614395126</id><published>2006-01-28T19:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:18.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Blindfolded Contradictions</title><content type='html'>They scream out their ignorance&lt;br /&gt;bound by self-made chains of defiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Insist they're right&lt;br /&gt;by virtue of their plight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never ceased to ponder&lt;br /&gt;upon problems too yonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It taxes their mind&lt;br /&gt;limited and defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to be humble and give you your space&lt;br /&gt;but you just hate the very sight of my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefree, guiltless, happy and free&lt;br /&gt;is that why, you're after me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you try to think?&lt;br /&gt;Could you try to try?&lt;br /&gt;Could you discover your wings&lt;br /&gt;and prepare to fly?&lt;br /&gt;To places unknown and heights unscaled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're an example of all those&lt;br /&gt;who tried to live life blindfolded...&lt;br /&gt;but failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pritika Sethi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2006 Pritika Sethi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-113845522614395126?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113845522614395126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21505371.post-113845427392783266</id><published>2006-01-28T18:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:27:17.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes my eyes are filled with tears...&lt;br /&gt;You know what, they're secretly shedding my fears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love finds me round the corner...&lt;br /&gt;And leaves me feeling lonely..&lt;br /&gt;That's when i learn&lt;br /&gt;that true love can be found within myself only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when anger and jealousy weigh down upon my soul&lt;br /&gt;I just breathe...and lightness engulfs me tenfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i'm helpless&lt;br /&gt;trapped in a mould...&lt;br /&gt;That's when inspiration is struck&lt;br /&gt;Like in the middle of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;when one finds gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What things may seem&lt;br /&gt;they never are&lt;br /&gt;the seemingly good...the seemingly bad...&lt;br /&gt;its all there for a reason&lt;br /&gt;that for sure i know...&lt;br /&gt;the answers to all of life's questions begin with a humble bow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-113845427392783266?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113845427392783266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=113845427392783266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/113845427392783266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Welcome to my whimsical world woven around the truth(s) of life that i attempt to uncover...as i try to enjoy each moment of this amazing journey on this dimension of space and time, have a great time unravelling your gifts from this abundant universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pritika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21505371-113821688862575511?l=warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/feeds/113821688862575511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21505371&amp;postID=113821688862575511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/113821688862575511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21505371/posts/default/113821688862575511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmcoffeeandagoodbook.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome.'/><author><name>Pritika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14686078128518438460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
