<?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-23723906</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:22:14.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>giving it a start</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aamitultuli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23723906/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aamitultuli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tultuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03749629185519511638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/320/my%20bike.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23723906.post-114681311193301349</id><published>2006-05-05T12:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-05T16:46:45.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Each and every incident adds some new experiences in our life. It was in July 1996 I left my home for studies and I know being a girl I will get back to a home after my marriage only. Looking back to last 10 years bring me memories of all the incidents that took place in these last decade. The foremost art I got specialized is how to overcome loneliness and how to win friends? Yes all my friends say that I am very good and very jolly and can talk very well and forget about my smile n laugh that are my biggest assets.&lt;br /&gt;But to confess truly the case is something different …yes I don’t regret in saying that all this qualities came to me because I needed people to talk about everything and nothing. I still remember how I used to cry in my +2 hostel when I had no one to tell about my stupid stories that I used to share with my family. No single night I slept without giving my pillow few drops of tears. It is worth said time is a great healer of everything and so the only remedy I got for my loneliness is to be a company of others loneliness. Give a smile to the person sitting in front of you and it will pay you back double amount of the smile n happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Be it Minakshi, Ratnesh, Astha, Sugata or any one of friend they say my company is enjoyable and all there worries get reduced if not vanished but the truth is that I am scared of my loneliness and hence become  a part of there worries rather sitting with my loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;So friends be with smita as needs you more than you need her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23723906-114681311193301349?l=aamitultuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aamitultuli.blogspot.com/feeds/114681311193301349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23723906&amp;postID=114681311193301349' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23723906/posts/default/114681311193301349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23723906/posts/default/114681311193301349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aamitultuli.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-me.html' title='its me'/><author><name>tultuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03749629185519511638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/320/my%20bike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23723906.post-114422835856992212</id><published>2006-04-05T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-05T14:42:38.586+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dedicated to someone special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/1600/bhai%20k%20sath.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/1600/pujo%20te%20didi%20r%20dada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/200/pujo%20te%20didi%20r%20dada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Since yesterday I was thinking to write about him. I agree like all other people whoever reading this blog will think he is my boyfriend or fiancée or something in that way only. Now let me start ….as long as I can remember dada means elder brother with whom I can fight for all and no reasons…a good friend, some1 whom ma &amp; babu used to call the ideal son…and for me sometimes a factor to feel J as I cant be so good regarding studies, rituals and everything. But it is other factor that I used to get the same affection without any extra effect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than comes going out struggling with the world. Ya during the last 10 years stay in hostel many people came and went away. Some people I am still in contact and some, its nightmare to remember them. Well, let be describe this someone special one of the most serious classmate but used to hate him as because of him my roomy has to hear so many comments. Than comes our tour to Delhi and Lucknow where I came to know him as one of my best buddy sl&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/1600/with%20bhai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/200/with%20bhai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;owly came to know him and on the day of Rakshabandhan -- I don’t know why I decided that I will tie the simple thread on his hand, ya I still wonder for the answer but in the heart of hearts I thank god for that. If I start telling about his ways in which he helped me it would be really like expanding my arms to show how big the sky is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/1600/bhai%20k%20sath.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it going out in night or just wanted to have a cold drink at odd hrs or just wanted to nag for no reason than to get a pair of ear rings or taking me to doctor for my check ups and what not and in millions of other ways he is there. Ya I am talking about no one else other than RATNESH, my best brother (even my own bro feels J as per my attachment to him), friend, and guardian. To tell you frankly he is my best emotional attachment other than my family members. Ha I don’t regret in telling I am very possessive about him like I cant just share him with any other girl, if he talks more with anyone it really makes way for my J feeling to prosper. I should not forget to mention here that one of my most cherished dreams to join ONGC is coming true in near future and the credit goes to him only i.e. if he wouldn’t have been here I might not have attended the job fair and my dream would have been remained unfulfilled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I should share the most ugly feeling associated with it. I should not mention the names but there are peoples surrounding us who knows about our relationship since day1 and still make out rumors that we are having affairs. I really pity their mentality, and proudly says Ya we are having affair..The affair between a brother and sister who might not have taken birth from same mother but share a bond more stronger than that. Lastly I would conclude with only one thing that may God bless me with a life partner who will really understand our feelings towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;God bless my cutie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23723906-114422835856992212?l=aamitultuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aamitultuli.blogspot.com/feeds/114422835856992212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23723906&amp;postID=114422835856992212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23723906/posts/default/114422835856992212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23723906/posts/default/114422835856992212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aamitultuli.blogspot.com/2006/04/dedicated-to-someone-special.html' title='dedicated to someone special'/><author><name>tultuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03749629185519511638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/320/my%20bike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23723906.post-114344470567224269</id><published>2006-03-27T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T12:29:46.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>weekend hai bhai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/1600/my%20creation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/320/my%20creation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about weekend.....ya the whole week i dream about weekend but atlast at sunday night i feel my weekend was more hectic than usual days....saturday morning means going to Apollo with astha darling for her RCT...and not to forget the washing clothes n preparing for putting starch in all also included...thanks to minakshi that we get the cooked food in time....then evening is either shoping or hanging out....then night compromises of &lt;strong&gt;"SOFABAJI".&lt;/strong&gt;now the usual question is wat is sofabaji...its our term of rockbaji...i really cherish it....the vague talk with astha, iti, chandrani about everything nonsense is really cherished.... And not to forget if any boy from our batch moves from there he will be trapped by our comments n cant move without suffering all those things…. then the night with phone calls from all friends as weekdays I usually avoid as I have to go for walk in weekdays …I love Saturday night as morning I don’t have to wake up but than the second thought comes haunting ki ‘smita uth ja nahin to dhoop mein sabji laney jana parega’ and than asking either astha or minakshi to accompany me…then here comes the sheer wastage of 1-1.5 hrs in bargaining n coming back to our place….now as it’s a weekend so something nice we have to eat so comes the cooking session which also includes henna n skin care session side by side….and kaney ka times comes our grand lunch…. when it is over comes mine sleep the whole week i wait for this afternoons....evening comes with the drizzy nostalgic feeling about home...i really dont know why i miss my home on sunday evening..and the same feeling i get to know frm all my friends...than comes the dinner with the leftovers of lunch....and than again sitting in th sofa talking abut another week lying ahead with all strugles and a little hope of next weekend with funs of all shorts.&lt;br /&gt;so happy weekend to all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23723906-114344470567224269?l=aamitultuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aamitultuli.blogspot.com/feeds/114344470567224269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23723906&amp;postID=114344470567224269' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23723906/posts/default/114344470567224269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23723906/posts/default/114344470567224269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aamitultuli.blogspot.com/2006/03/weekend-hai-bhai.html' title='weekend hai bhai'/><author><name>tultuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03749629185519511638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/320/my%20bike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23723906.post-114300363401518043</id><published>2006-03-22T10:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:30:34.036+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today the first blog..i think months gone if not years by when I had written something..I really don’t remember when I last wrote something …yes, morning coming to office the first thing I did as usual is to ask about sugata’s last night deeds but his blog has initiated in me some thing so I just started writing. However, time is less as astha is waiting for me to accompany her to Apollo…so will meet u soon to share some precious moment of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23723906-114300363401518043?l=aamitultuli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aamitultuli.blogspot.com/feeds/114300363401518043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23723906&amp;postID=114300363401518043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23723906/posts/default/114300363401518043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23723906/posts/default/114300363401518043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aamitultuli.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-first-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>tultuli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03749629185519511638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6468/2448/320/my%20bike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
